For most of my life, it wasn't a big deal that I was a Royals fan born and living in Toronto. Toronto's baseball boom of the early nineties was all but cancelled out by the ensuing strike and the Jays miserable 1995 season. Most of the baseball fans I met thought that it was cute, if not a bit masochistic. Jays fans who pressed me for a reason I didn't root for Canada's team were usually satisfied by hearing George Brett had been my favorite player growing up, even though I'd caught just the tail end of his career.