We had the awesomest of awesome starts. 4 and 0. First in the division. Hanging around top of the conference. Then we imploded. Fell apart for 3, pulled ourselves together for 1, and back to imploding for 6. Oh yeah, and losing a product of probably last year’s biggest trade to injury in the process. And, hey, we occasionally slapped one or two into the back of the net for posterity. Oh, the joys of being a Toronto sports fan. You can stop the NHL any time now. I’d like off, please.