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I believed back in 2001 in Germany, as well. I eventually found that bar in Hanover and watched as the Leafs took on the New Jersey Devils in an Eastern Conference semifinal series. Tomas Kaberle scored the winner with less than a minute left in the game. The result put the Leafs in control with a three-games-to-two lead heading back to Toronto.

I wound my way back to my guesthouse in Hanover, wanting to tell the first person I saw on those deserted streets how happy I was. I didn’t care that they would have been German and likely didn’t give two shakes of lederhosen about a hockey game taking place across the Atlantic Ocean, especially since the world championship was going on in the city. It was middle-of-the-night late and even the bawdy houses were closed down, not that the pleasure on offer in them could have approached what I was feeling as I skipped back to my room.

A few days later, with the Devils having won Game 6 to tie the series at three games apiece, I arrived back in Toronto literally an hour before the puck drop in the decisive seventh. My then-girlfriend, now-wife, scooped me up at the airport and we drove straight to a sprawling sports bar in Toronto’s west end to watch the game. Things were looking good when Steve Thomas scored to give the Leafs a 1–0 lead — I’m not sure the world could have been a better place. On this warm night in May the Leafs were on the verge of winning a playoff series that would have meant they were one of just four teams vying for the Stanley Cup.