When I think back to my youth, it makes perfect sense that I’m a diehard baseball fan. I was eight years old when the Blue Jays won their first World Series championship in 1992, and with Joe Carter as my favourite player, the repeat title in 1993, complete with a walk-off home run, was enough to cement my obsession.
So imagine my disappointment as a 10-year-old, ready to see my team go for a three-peat, only to have the season end early because of a strike. I told my friends that meant that the Blue Jays were still the reigning champs (which was technically true I suppose), but I knew it was a matter of time before that would change.