Watching the Maple Leafs lately has got me thinking quite a bit about wildlife documentaries. I feel the same as those cameramen must feel when they follow around the water buffalo recently bitten by a komodo dragon. You know he's poisoned. You know he's dying. You know the end result. Even if they don't. This is only going to get uglier between now and the draft, when (mercifully) the final agonizing death throes should end.
This year has been rough, as well as the 45 before it, but I think next year is the one for them.