Auston Matthews just captained Team USA to their first men’s hockey gold since 1980, and I swear he looked like a different guy over there in Milano. He wasn’t a different player; to me, he’s always been brilliant. But he was a different human being. Loose shoulders, real smiles, a little more laughter than we ever see in those heavy Toronto media scrums.
For two weeks, you saw the kid who fell in love with the game, not the guy carrying the entire weight of a city that hasn’t had a parade since many of us had more hair.
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What stood out most was how free he appeared. Not “I just won a medal” light. More like he finally exhaled for the first time in years. There was no microscope, and every shift wasn’t a referendum on his character. No daily post-mortems about power plays and forechecks. Just hockey.
And it made feel uncomfortably on point. When he said the environment wears players down, he wasn’t spitballing. We’ve watched it happen. Mitch Marner has felt the full force of the storm. John Tavares gets constantly reminded that the Maple Leafs made a mistake by signing him, although it’s turned around somehow to be his fault, even though he took less money to sign in Toronto than he could have signed for elsewhere.
Somehow, for Maple Leafs fans, Tavares is critiqued for breathing wrong. Even William Nylander took seasons of heat. Matthews has played above the noise, but you can only tiptoe around a live wire for so long.
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I don’t believe Matthews is unhappy in Toronto. He didn’t jump ship as many suggested after his first contract. He signed a moderately long-term contract, given the way the salary cap seems to be spiking. He performs every year. He represents the city well.
But the Olympics gave him something Toronto almost never allows: joy without conditions. No talk about Maple Leafs droughts. No reminders of disappointing playoff exits. No one is asking why he didn’t magically solve the Florida Panthers on his own. He won, and he got to just enjoy it. Such freedom could profoundly impact his perspective on the game.
When you’re 28, still in your prime, and suddenly reminded what the game feels like without fifty-nine years of ghosts hanging off your back… well, any person would start thinking a little.
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He’s not demanding a trade. He’s probably not packing up in 2028. But something subtle shifts when you realize you’ve been playing with a piano on your shoulders and didn’t even know it.
If the Maple Leafs face disappointment again, if the criticism keeps boiling over, if the joy keeps getting chipped away, the seed might grow. Not because Matthews is soft. Because he’s like anyone else: he wants to breathe.
Most of Toronto appreciates him. But sometimes that love feels like a contract with fine print. The Olympics might’ve reminded him he doesn’t have to live like that forever. And that’s the part that should make Toronto pause.
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