Last Friday, my sister, brother-in-law, and I decided to go to Toronto to watch a couple of Blue Jays playoff games. We’d chatted a bit about it at the beginning of October, but for some reason Friday it was a bit more serious. We may have still been delirious from the ridiculous 7th inning of game 5 of the ALDS, but that’s another story.
I’ve only ever been to one other major league game in Houston in 1988. I didn’t know much about the Astros; they were out of contention; the crowd was sparse; and we were sitting way back in the outfield section, but: I loved the atmosphere and the experience. While I can’t remember who was playing or what the outcome of the game was, there’s something about that memory that makes me smile to this day.
I’ve been a Blue Jays fan since I was a kid, through the hay days of the late 80’s and early 90’s. I fell off the bandwagon for a while, but I’ve been climbing back on over the past few years. By the 11 game win streak in June, I was back onboard; the trade deadline only made watching that much more fun. Things are different watching now. Back then, hi-lights were a flash on the morning radio or the evening news. Box scores were in the weekend paper. To follow the game, you had to watch the game. Now, a Google search or a couple of apps will give as in depth analysis as you could want.