"It's so sad," Kypreos said after last Thursday's practice. "Maybe some good will come out of it. Maybe it will be a wake-up call to parents. Know where your kids are and who they're hanging out with."
Even as Kypreos spoke, the dressing room was overrun by 11-year-old boys. A Mighty Atom-level team from Guelph, Ont., was being given a tour by Toronto assistant coach Mike Kitchen. Half the boys clustered around the stick rack and became slack-jawed with covetousness. The other half stood mesmerized before the stall in which Gilmour's gear had hung. Said one of the boys' coaches, "They'll talk about this for the rest of the year."
And cheer for the Leafs, most likely, for the rest of their lives. Sex scandal? It'll be forgotten. Lousy team? Maybe it'll improve, maybe it won't. Either way, Toronto makes money. The same old saw you hear in Las Vegas applies to Maple Leaf Gardens, Ltd.: The house always wins.