Hey folks, long time, no write. Since my last post (holy fuck, that long ago? And an obit? That’s telling), things haven’t changed so much. Still loving baseball with all my alcohol-soaked heart. It’s just that I’ve gotten lazier. And the fact I’m the only one of the three of us who didn’t manage to make writing this blog part of my official job description as well. … I’m not bitter, just lazy.
But with the weather changing and the start of the baseball season less than two weeks away, I’m feeling a renewed burst of energy that should be good for at least one half-assed post. Or half a half-assed post. Because with these positive changes come equally disappointing realizations. That after a too-short spring will come heat that, combined with the congestion in this city, makes it smell like a shit tank and that for the next two months we’d still rather be looking at a sheet of ice than the pastoral beauty of a baseball field.
Nowhere is this more evident than in Toronto’s bars. For some reason, until June you’re more likely to see two teams who aren’t your home team bashing the shit out of each other at your local watering hole while the Jays are playing. OK, if the Leafs did manage the totally mediocre feat of being the eighth best (or eighth worst) team in their division and squeak into the playoffs, I’d understand. But to suddenly pretend that I give a shit about other hockey teams because your home team didn’t make it? What’s that about? Have we all turned into Portuguese football fans?
Point is, the seasons are changing, both literally and sportally speaking. The beginning of the baseball season is a joyous time for Jays fans. For those first few games you can be at your optimistic best. Whether starting off with a 4-2 record or a 2-4 one, you can get yourself into a feverish excitement and think, “We’re only a game out of this. … You know, we might just win this fucker this year.” Two factors are at work in this city to deflate this excitement: 1) The team’s owners themselves airing the first two games of their second series on their piece of shit Sportsnet One, and 2) The bar that can broadcast these games for you has opted to show hockey instead.
I say this year should be different. Baseball-loving drunks unite and let your watering hole know that if they won’t play the Jays game for you, you don’t need their alcohol (I mean, you need alcohol, you’ll just get it somewhere else).
To celebrate the changing of seasons, we’re having a last-minute get-together at Opera Bob’s, who have so generously demonstrated in the past that you can show a baseball game with sound in a bar and still be full capacity. In anticipation of the season and to compliment our optimism, we’re going to be screening the Blue Jays 1992 & 1993 World Series DVD. Come share in the nostalgia and have it warm your heart with our past glories, or sadden your soul at the realization of how fucking stacked we were back then and really don’t have a prayer of competing this year. Whatever reaction you have, there will be delicious beer on tap to see you through it.
We get started at 6 p.m. tomorrow. Opera Bob’s is at 1112 Dundas Street West. Come by for a drink, talk about the upcoming season and shed a tear for Carter’s epic dinger. Hope to see you there. Go Jays.