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| Click image for larger version of the front page of the May 2, 1993 edition of the Toronto Star. |
I expected to run into honking cars galore.
Given last night was do-or-die time for the Maple Leafs, I
figured there would be mass celebrations if they managed to survive the first
round of the playoffs. In the checkout line at the Vic Park and Gerrard FreshCo,
the customer ahead of me asked the clerk if she had heard any game updates. She
had—it looked like the boys in blue were headed to victory.
Mentally noting that the game was almost over, I anticipated
running into happy, honking fans spilling onto the streets. Drove west along
Danforth. Nothing. Deciding I wanted to discover the result organically, the
dial on my radio developed an allergy to hockey games.
The streets were still quiet when I reached home. No honking
in the distance as there was when the Leafs won their first match in the
series. Overtime, perhaps?
A quick glance at social media told me all I needed to know.
It was going to be a silent night.