I love baseball. The Toronto Blue Jays are my team, and good or bad, I have loved them since I was a kid. Anyone who knows me knows this about me.
I have been fortunate enough to attended several games over the years. The very first game was in June 1990 when I was twelve years old. It was the end of the year trip for my grade 7 class, and it may be the very day I fell in love with baseball.
I can’t remember who the Blue Jays were playing, and I don’t know the exact day we went. I can’t recall what players were on the field. I’m not even sure I can remember the friends I was there with. What I do remember from though, is how incredible it felt to be in the middle of ballpark. The energy was like nothing I experienced before. I was hooked.
Fast forward to present day…
Yesterday I attended the Canada Day Blue Jays game with my boys. It was our third game of the season, and I splurged and bought us seats along the 3rd base line. It was such a great experience. The game was incredible and the patriotic energy was out of this world. The crowd singing O Canada in the top of the ninth as the Jays closed in on the win was a highlight for sure.
The boys came home with a couple of player autographs and a batting practice ball as well. They talked to other fans around us, and shared high fives and fist bumps every time the Blue Jays hit one of their 5 home runs. And they were part of a wave that made it around the sold out ballpark more than two times.
The SkyDome (aka Rogers Centre) was alive yesterday. The energy of the crowd brought me back to that day twenty-five years ago. The day that a twelve year old girl fell in love with baseball.