Down three games to none, then three games to one, they ask you why you bother watching, how you can still naively hope or dream this team with all its flaws could overcome a hill too steep for anyone to climb. You know the odds but still you watch; you know exactly why.
To be a Leafs fan, they say, it helps to have a short memory. To be a Habs fan, it helps to have a long one.
You are eight and delighted because bedtime was two hours ago and your dad is excited (he is never excited) with you there on the couch in the game.