To our Supreme Leader, the High Honourable, Mr. Dwane Casey,
Dear Leader, I bring you this gift of bright words and humble wisdom; be weary of the pestilence that is the Toronto sports fandom. They will roast you at the first sight of impending darkness, yet will praise you while the sun shines. Fear not a loss, as your battle hardened warriors are ready for the single most important term of their lives; playoffs. A word, as lowly a fan that I am, have been deathly afraid to utter in this retched city. Yet, your brilliance on the hardwood and your belligerence against the evil entity that is MLSE has fuelled a hope which has nearly died in my heart. Good sir, I thank thee. And will sacrifice my sustenance on the Day of Wednes in your honour.
Aim high, Mr. Casey. Aim high.
