Last updated on October 18th, 2020 at 05:35 pm
My Dad loves baseball. I don’t know whether it’s something hearkening from his days in Jamaica or a burning desire to show patriotism in his later life as a Canadian, but he’s fiercely followed the progress of the Toronto Blue Jays for as long as I can remember.
There must’ve been a time where sports played a greater role in my life as well; I remember one birthday where I was thoroughly excited that I was going to a Jays game with my Dad—on the 100 Level of the SkyDome, no less… the good seats.
I know there’re likely several Torontonians out there still reeling from the Stanley Cup slipping through the Maple Leafs’ fingers for the 46th time—but never fear, baseball’s here!