Frankly, I do not envy my father for many things. I do not envy his lack of access to the internet in his youth and I certainly don’t envy his questionable sense of style in the 1980s. However, I greatly envy the fact that he was alive to witness the Blue Jays World Series championships, while I was not.
As a child, I’d always been recounted tales of the legendary squads of ‘92 and ‘93, left only to dream that someday a team so special might once again return to this great city. After years of watching baseball, it still hasn’t happened yet.