ZBBM
Active member
Hey everybody,
Welcome to the MotM thread for the new season ... the year we finally end the Cup drought! 8)
Before we get into the games, though, I do think it's good to stop, and remember. Here's what I posted last year in the first MotM post; I still feel the same.
But before we get into a new MotM thread, let's stop to remember the man who we are honoring here. As I think all of us know by now, MrT died earlier this year, and so we lost one of our most liked and insightful posters. There is a great memorial thread for him elsewhere on the board, and if you haven't read it yet, you should. His presence here as an active poster is badly missed, but his presence here is not entirely gone, and I hope this thread reminds us of that.
And so, as a new Leafs season begins, and my mind turns again to MrT and his contributions, I don't think it's out of place to quote some lyrics from one of your illustrious countrywomen:
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captives on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.
Welcome to the MotM thread for the new season ... the year we finally end the Cup drought! 8)
Before we get into the games, though, I do think it's good to stop, and remember. Here's what I posted last year in the first MotM post; I still feel the same.
But before we get into a new MotM thread, let's stop to remember the man who we are honoring here. As I think all of us know by now, MrT died earlier this year, and so we lost one of our most liked and insightful posters. There is a great memorial thread for him elsewhere on the board, and if you haven't read it yet, you should. His presence here as an active poster is badly missed, but his presence here is not entirely gone, and I hope this thread reminds us of that.
And so, as a new Leafs season begins, and my mind turns again to MrT and his contributions, I don't think it's out of place to quote some lyrics from one of your illustrious countrywomen:
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captives on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.