Toronto Maple Leafs Fan Fiction; Gut Check in Game Seven

by Liam Eagle

Mats Sundin rested his stick on his knees, bending to catch his breath, and glanced up at the scoreboard. Four to three. The Leafs were down by a goal with just over two minutes left in the game. The big game. Seventh game of the Stanley Cup finals.

It didn't seem right, to be losing like this, after the playoffs he had just been through. His team had been battling overwhelming odds, and winning, since the first round. Three seven-game series, and a trip to the finals. The newspapers called it a "Cinderella story." The players thought it had to be the hardest-fought playoffs any team had ever seen.

Win or lose, they'd be heroes. But none of it was worth a thing now that they found themselves staring down the barrel of a seventh-game loss in the finals.

Mats's insides twisted at the thought of a loss. To have fought so hard, and come so close, only to fall short. It was unimagineable. He was acutely aware of the significance of the moment, not only to his own career, but to the lives of his team and the home-town crowd of almost twenty thousand. He had to do something. They had to win.

He fell in alongside his winger, and assistant captain, Gary.

"Looks like it's time for a little of that Swiss Chocolate," said Gary.

"I'm Swedish, Roberts."

"Does it matter?"

"It matters to me."

"Yeah, well I wasn't necessarily suggesting that you were Swiss, was I?" said Gary. "I mean, a Swede, as I see it, is just as capable of delivering some Swiss chocolate as a... fuckin Swiss guy."

Mats clenched his fists inside his gloves. "Look dude, while I hardly think that's anything like what you meant," he growled through clenched teeth,"even if I was Swiss, your Swiss Chocolate comment didn't really make any sense to begin with."

"You don't tell me what didn't make sense," said Gary, jabbing his fist firmly into Mats's chest. "I never had much respect for you as a person, Matt."

"It's Mats, man. My name is Mats," he said, skating away and shaking his head in frustration. He looked over at the leafs bench, just as the team's coach Pat Quinn signaled a time out to the referee. Mats hurried to join the cluster of players surrounding the bench.

He arrived just as Pat was beginning one of his strangely lewd tirades. "Do you bitches like being fucked like bitches?" he demanded. "Because what you're doing right now is lying down and being fucked like bitches and shit on all over. Did you let these assholes fuck your assholes in game one when Domi was killed by that slapshot? No. You fucked. You all fucked them," he said, pausing dramatically and looking around at the faces of his players. "Now what I want from you, is for you to go out there and grab your dicks and put them in their asses and fuck their asses with your dicks!"

As Mats turned to skate back to the faceoff circle, he felt a rush of energy. Suddenly, he was perfectly comfortable with his purpose. He was the captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs, the greatest franchise in the history of professional sports. His team was going to win the game, and the cup. It was destiny.

Reaching the faceoff circle, he saw that Gary was looking at him. "Hey Gary," he said, smiling. "You think you could handle a little of that Swiss Chocolate?"

Gary grinned. Then they both scored and the Leafs won the cup.

After that, things got way gayer than anybody could fucking handle. Trust me.