across the street from the Concordia Fine Arts building, down on René Levesque, being demolished by a wrecking ball. Even on good days Crescent Street is the haunt of the aggressively normal but today, with an infestation of Maple Leafs [sic] fans in town for the hockey game, it was almost unbearable. Today was also the first day of Not Winter and the bars that line the street were full of Leaf fans, in their shiny dry-cleaned hockey jerseys, spilling out on to the terrasses. "Go home," my friend called out. "When was the last you won the Cup, anyway?" I was more interested in the wrecking ball but I did hear one of them answer back, "It's not important." Which sums it up pretty well, I think.