All through MLB’s postseason it repeatedly struck me how a lot happier we might be if the Toronto Blue Jays — warts, tariffs and all — swapped cities with both of New York’s groups.
The Jays might have been the simplest group to root for since Bugs Bunny performed the Gasoline Home Gorillas.
Neither swagger nor showboating carried them to Sport 7 in opposition to the loopy, money-created and favored Dodgers.
The Jays performed arduous, they performed as a group and aside from some now-standard huge league basic flaws — inattentive baserunning and untimely bullpen reliance — they renewed our religion and perception that baseball remains to be the best sport regardless of how arduous MLB and TV attempt to destroy it.
