Storyteller
From a 1992 World Series ticket won on a midnight radio call, to what that framed game stub means to me today — this postseason brought it all flooding back.
It’s been thirty-three years since that first championship night in Toronto, and as this year’s Blue Jays chase history again, I’m reminded why we play, watch, and believe.
Because the game — like life — is always bigger than us.
A film about faith, love, and belonging reminded me that even in a divided world, connection still starts with an open door. Because in the end, whatever we believe, it’s always bigger than us.
Many people are dyed-in-the-wool partisans—Liberal or Conservative to the end. I was like that with the Greens. But recent years have forced me to reconsider. I’ve started thinking more about my children’s future. That soul-searching has brought me slightly right of center—like many classic Liberals around the world.
I was so busy admiring how beautiful Tim Horton’s Field and the surrounding area looked on this day, talking with my new friends from around Canada, and enjoying this time with my wife and my family, that the game was just where the lights were shining.
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From de-robing Ku Klutz Klan members to leaving one’s faith and family because people showed compassion and patience in the face of hate – allowing someone to see the error in their ways – there are so many examples within this program that show us the ability of people to make drastic character transformations, which makes it easy to believe that the hard work of programs like the Theory of Enchantment is worth the possibilities its examples exhibit.
My employer is hosting social events for its employees across its Ontario operations, and today was the outing for our area at GameTime Social. It has been a while since I have seen many of these people, and I find myself back home with my bucket full from hugs, handshakes, and good cheer.
Within these divided times, I think a lot about trust and truth. The purpose of public education. The place for politics. The harm in our social discourse. The worth in our labels and our relentless need for group identity. Maybe it’s time we focus on what defines our common humanity?
I listened to songs like Somebody by Depeche Mode or Haven’t Met You Yet by Michael Bublé – dreaming of that love that I knew was out there. It took 42 years, and it’s everything I knew was out there for me, to make me truly feel complete. Who knew that Twitter was where I’d find forever.
Just because a relationship ends, doesn’t mean love cannot last forever because at one point, they were your everything. How can they ever become your nothing?