Bob McKenzie is already long at the cottage. The other insiders, too.
Sorry to say but I'm also leaving you for a while.
This was a crazy, difficult year. The Leafs obviously had a crazy, difficult season, what with their hot start, implosion, coach firing, further implosion and the beginning of the deconstruction of the roster. They won 11 of their last 51 games (!) which even the biggest cynics didn't see coming. It was a long, depressing slog for everyone involved: players, staffers, fans and even media.
Just trying to make sense of the mess was, at times, a mess.
In the midst of that, I started doing a little TV for the first time. (A wonderful introduction to insulting tweets about your hair/face/expression/etc. before games!) Trouble was I had health problems. Meanwhile my wife was very pregnant, and there were concerns over the baby, so double up on the hospital visits. Then my son was born near midseason – 10 days late in the middle of a snowstorm – and he was so colicky there wasn't a lot of sleep had at Chez Mirtle.
Like I said: crazy. It felt like permanent survival mode there for months, getting from day to day, game to practice to firing to game.
Every new parent complains about lack of sleep. We've all heard it. The thing you don't realize is that the worst of it is cumulative. You can go without sleep for two months just fine. You cope. You nap. But once you get past three months and into four, your brain turns against you. There's a revolt. It turns into mush.
Maybe a nap, too.