I was 10 years old when the Maple Leafs won the Stanley Cup in 1967 and, in my mind, I can still see George Armstrong sliding the puck into the empty net in the final seconds before the celebration.

That moment, that championship feeling, has stayed with me my entire life. That fuzzy black and white image from a small screened television somehow embedded in my brain.

And that’s so much of the staying power of sport. That’s what championships can do. They grab you. They shake you in the best of ways. They bring people together. They change lives. They matter and they’re precious and personal — the game may be the same, but everyone’s experience is a little bit different — and they became part of the fabric of your life.

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