Back in my old stomping grounds, they've busted some sophisticated criminal types and some Casino Rama employees for running a fixed Baccarat game. I thought just the lotteries were crooked.
Anyway, the betting in Ottawa these days is on the Senators. There's a pretty large block of people who are very, very happy, and who's to blame them? People like my little sister, who's bought tickets to Sens games for years and driven an hour each way, paid out ransom-level parking prices and blackmail-level ticket prices, eaten $5 hot dogs, and cheered for these guys in their choking years, should be happy. People like her 12-year-old son Max, a die-hard Leafs fan, are not always climbing on the bandwagon. In fact, I suspect Max will put money on the Ducks in four.
Now, Prime Minister Harper, another Leafs fan, showed up at Scotiabank Place during the Buffalo series wearing a Sens jersey and took a kid's Sens-logo jumper to Afghanistan to give to Pres. Karzai. I'm not one to speak either for Max or for Sens fans, but there is a certain level of contempt in Ottawa for Leaf and Canadien cross-overs and other bandwagon jumpers. I really couldn't care less. I lost interest in the NHL after the 1970s expansion. That was back when living people could remember the Leafs' last Stanley Cup. I hated Sittler, despised the Flyers in their goon years, and was blown away by the quality of Russian playmaking in 1972. Then I stopped watching.