It’s hard not to be a cynic when it comes to major league sports in Toronto. We have lived here more than 15 years and the current Blue Jays run is the first time any of the Big Three – Leafs, Jays, Raptors – have legitimately contended for a championship run.
Sure, in 1999 and again in 2002, the Leafs made the conference finals: losing both times. But there was no genuine sense that those were championship teams. This year’s edition of the Blue Jays feels different.
It kind of sucks to live in a major-league city for this long without experiencing the excitement of a meaningful playoff run, and I mean that from the perspective of a dad with two sports-loving sons whose rooms were generously adorned with every manner of Toronto team swag, such as to assure Richard Peddie has a long and prosperous retirement.
As a family, we’ve endured more sporting rebuilding projects than Habitat for Humanity with precious little to show for it other than Mats Sundin posters and now-anonymous Raptors bobbleheads.
Until now. And now, we have Blue Jays Fever. Continue reading