Game 4

If you follow my blog, or know me personally, you will know that I am a Toronto Blue Jays fan.  I grew up in a very sporty family, and even got to go to a game (all the way from lil’ ol’ rural Alberta) in 1993, when the last wave of Blue Jay fever was gripping Canadians.

I met my Jays-loving husband in 2004, and we have been to a game or two every year since, and started taking our children to games every Summer since they were tiny babes.  This year, we’ve upped our fanship significantly; we’ve probably watched 50 games on TV and been to five regular season games up close and personal.  Our children both have Blue Jays posters on their bedroom walls, my son can name every player, number, and position, and my four-year-old daughter will happily tell you every pitcher on the roster and how Osuna is mommy’s favourite.  We play backyard baseball in rain or shine, argue over the strike zone at our local ball diamond, and talk Blue Jays over breakfast nearly every day.  Am I painting a picture for you?  You see, we’re all in.

That’s why today is such a special day.

We’re taking our kids to the ALCS Game 4 this afternoon.  And the best part is, they don’t even know it yet; it’s a complete surprise.

It’s quite a surprise to me too, as the possibility of going to this game wasn’t even on our radar until yesterday.  But I don’t work on Tuesday afternoons, and a 4:08pm first pitch works well for families.  “This is our chance to take them to a playoff game,” I texted my husband.  “Let’s do it,” he said.

So, with falling prices on StubHub and a slightly early school pickup, we’ll be there this afternoon.  We’re raising sports fans, and this experience won’t be forgotten by any of us anytime soon.

This is #OurMoment.


And next week, I promise more than a BlueJays logo.


Well, I’m not quite sure how to followup what happened last night.  There was just that tiny goings-on of the Federal election and that other tiny happening of the BlueJay game.  It was kind of a big night for Canadians.  I was up very, very late, and my alarm went off very, very early.  So, like many of you, I will be fueled by caffeine and sugar today.  Paleo, what?

But if I write much about the election I am bound to get myself into trouble (the whole politics and religion thing at the dinner table, remember?  This blog is my dinner table and you and I are just sitting down for the appetizer.), and if I write much about the BlueJays, well, you already know my stance on that.  But it seems remiss to write about anything other than the above-mentioned topics, since my posts come from a place of genuine interest.  So there we have it, a rock and a hard place.

I will just post this, since I’M GOING TO GAME 4 TODAY and it’s at the top of my mind.


And next week, I promise more than a BlueJays logo.

Jump on the Bandwagon

In September of 1993, my parents, my brother, and I flew from Calgary to Toronto for a week-long family vacation.  This was a big trip for us, and we did all of the typical Toronto touristy stuff, including the CN Tower, Niagara Falls, and a Blue Jay game.  And in 1993, Blue Jay fever was in full swing, as it is now.  In fact, I distinctly remember that an usher offered me $50 for my ticket as I went to the concessions halfway through the game.  Believe me, twenty years ago, $50 was a lot of money for a 14-year-old, and it cemented in my mind how lucky I was to be there.

I grew up in a sport-loving family.  Family vacations were often planned around sporting events, and you could always find us at the hockey rink or the golf course or the track.  So I come by my love of sport honestly, and baseball ranks right up there on my list of favorites.  I have vivid memories of chasing down foul balls for a quarter at Shorncliffe Lake (It’s in Alberta.  It’s great and quaint and nostalgic.), getting hit in the forehead with a pop-fly as a teenager, and trying to meet some like-minded friends as a Burlington newcomer in the Burlington Women’s Fastball League.

I’ve been a Jays fan for many years, and I’m thrilled with this season’s success and all the buzz, #cometogether hashtags, and YouTube parodies that have come along with it.  In my work, I talk to a lot of people every day.  In fact, that’s one of my favorite parts of my job; I like learning about people’s backgrounds, their interests, and their opinions.  So it’s no surprise that lately, a lot of my conversations revolve around the Blue Jays.  Most people that I talk to are feeling the excitement, and either jumping on the bandwagon or enjoying the success that their fanship hasn’t felt in more than twenty years.  But there’s a handful of people who feel a bit annoyed with the sudden increase in Jays fans.  This, I do not understand.

The conversation often goes something like this:

Me:  “Have you been watching the Jays lately?”

Them:  “Yah, and I can’t stand all of these people coming out of the woodwork and jumping on the bandwagon.  Where were they for the last twenty years?  Why now?  C’mon, they’re not real fans.”

Me:  “Excuse me for a second, I just need to go grab some sharper acupuncture needles.”

Okay, not really.  Attention, Regulatory Board, that last part is NOT true.  All of our acupuncture needles are equally sharp.  Ahem.  (Awkward silence).

My point is, I think the bandwagon jumpers are wonderful.  I think there’s strength in numbers.  I think there’s an excitement, an energy, a city, even a country, cheering on their team.  I think there are kids being inspired and fans being grown.

Jump on the bandwagon, I say, there’s plenty of room.

I’ll save you a seat.