Oh the woe of being in the AL East and not being NY or Boston :) You just gotta laugh. For years I have lightly followed the Toronto Blue Jays.
It was mrguy who reintroduced me to baseball. It would have been a lonely post season our first year together if I hadn't chosen up, and it was the sweet soulful eye of the bird logo and the Canadianness of the Birds that made me do it. I fell for them pretty hard.
That was the glory year of 1991, when we made the playoffs, followed by two other fabulous years of enjoying Cito Gaston and his team: Joe Carter, Juan Guzman (sigh), Paul Molitor, John Olerud, Pat Borders (that catcher who looked like John Wilkes Booth), and occasional not so nice rent-a-Birds, like David Cone (several times) in the post season. Dave Stewart both on the team and then in the front office? Tremendous.
After that were the years of watching the young crop of guys come up and become awesome. We'd see them play here (as many games in a stand as possible), then follow them up to Seattle, where we'd go to another couple of games with the Big Guy at the Kingdome. That was a lot of baseball, come to think about it.
The last few years we've been at the bottom of the pile. And that's o.k. As long as you're not competitive, a betting person or really kooky for baseball. I like the sound, being at the ballpark, and eating weird carny food.
The Birds will always occupy a soft spot in my left chestular area.
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