Quite easy, really. As much as I love this city, I'm hardly a Leafs fan. But for years I've been saying: "Clean house!" (It's the only answer.)
Two weeks ago tonight "The Buds" were sent to the golf course after just one round of postseason play. My brother is quite the NHL/hockey guru. When I want to get the real story regarding that great sport, or that sad team, I turn to him. This fan of the joyously witty "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" books would liken, in name only, brother Jon to "Deep Thought", the infamously slow supercomputer. The answer I get, however, is always more than a simple and concise "forty-two". Unless, of course, "forty-two" could only be the right answer:
"How many years will pass before the Leafs win their next Stanley Cup?"
"Forty-two?!" (Emphasis, Leafs fans.)
My brother's answer after I asked the big question ― one hardly relevant to Life, the Universe, and Everything ― after this most recent Leafs' Big Fail:
"Clean house! Everybody in the front office. Everybody!" (Emphasis, my brother's.)
I did not disagree. (It is the only answer.)