I had a pretty bizarre dream last night. It's game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals, third period and the Leafs are playing the LA Kings. Late in the third, it's a tie game, when Wayne Gretzky gets ejected from the game for a misconduct penalty, and suddenly, it looks like Toronto is on the verge of its first Stanley Cup in god knows how long. I'm watching the game in a subway station, and trains are whizzing by with Leafs signs everywhere. The whole city is keyed up in anticipation for the moment of delerious joy. Late in the third, someone on the Leafs gets a scoring chance, maybe Gary Roberts, but Kelly Hrudey (yes, that guy) stands on his head and makes a sickening toe save in traffic while flopped over in the crease. Still, the game's not over yet, there's still time and the Leafs only need one goal to win it....

and then I woke up.