Jays on the Heart:

 "You ever been to a ball game?" She asked as a subtle smile grew across my face.

"Have you seen where the action meets fame?

Where it meets, base to base?"

"I'll never forget," I replied, "the first time I laid eyes on the scene. From utter joy, I nearly died, yet shrilly instead, deeply cried. I was uncertain, it was so beautiful, even of what team to root for.

Thankfully, I'll always remember the time my city drew the World Series.

For that, for that, I knew well for what team to support. 

The emotions, the joy. I cannot describe the tears associated with joy... Utter joy. 

Of the ball game. I am a simple guy. I am dirt poor and got a face only mama' would love. 

But I know what's important in life. We work hard, work hard, finding and searching for something that brings us joy. 

I don't know of a single greater thing bringin' me joy than the ball game. 

The emotions... The joy... The heartbreak and the hurt. It's all bound into a 100 mile an hour fastball. 

Can't have one without the other. Without the other. I'll never forget the first time I went to a ball game... The screams... The shouts... The popcorn... The soda... 

That first game, or the first I remember, was a World Series game. Game three against the Braves. 

The skydome packed... Packed. Oh' how I cherished that little domer stuffed animal of a turtle... 

I am a simple man. Ball brings me a greater joy than anything else in life. 

The complex roared with our win that night. I was only young. Young enough to know the city was on fire. Aflame with passion, love and joy. 

I knew it then... I knew then, the city, the world deserved to feel this. 

I knew then, memories of my childhood, of the certainty of revival. I knew this feeling of love... Of passion... 

Overwhelming my heart, bursting to escape, could not be a thing confined to my own heart. 

The world needed to feel this. There I was, a youngster, surrounded by screaming, passionate fans, just as passionate... But without a fixed destination or ambition for that passion... 

My little Blue Jays cap tilted on my head. I knew it then... the Jays were going to win that year. Like a seer, I predicted every play. Every homerun... Every out at the plate... Every strike out. 

It may be a simple life... But I have found a reason for living. 

We returned home that night, tired and spent... A good memory forged alongside my pa'. 

One I could cherish for decades. Even until after he was gone. Even then, three games into the Series, with only two wins, the streets of Toronto were packed. 

The joy filled the circulation of the city that day. May we remember that joy. Funny how a sport can unite a nation so passionately. 

In my mind, no other sport, so passionately, as baseball. We returned home that night. 

Joys on our heart. Jays on our heart. 

When the Jays won that year for the first time, the joy it brought a city, a nation, a heart, filled the world... 

People are so simple. They're really very beautiful, when it comes down to it. They are so impressionable. 

Little hearts... Precious hearts... Seeking hope... Hope binds to the heart like a curveball sneakily slides into the nook of a catcher's glove. 

Man, this sport is beautiful. The heartbreak follows. For not every team goes on to win. Our men did that year... Our men made us proud. 

Uniting a city. Like a spark of God. As a flash, the divine was made evident. In hope. 

The heartbreak is part of the game. But for one in thirty, each year, they take the cake. The divine made evident in a city. 

Jays on our heart. I may be a simple man. But I found me a thing that brings me joy. 

Win or lose, Jays on my heart. You make us proud, men. 

Like a seer, I saw when I was a kid, The Brewers and the Jays in the World Series. Edging closer and closer, it'll happen. With so many otger things I have prophecied, it may be worth listening to... 

Then, the whole world will know that spark of the divine. You will know God loves you. 

It can be hard to see... Hard to hope... After heartbreak. That is why it's called faith. Win or lose, Jays on the heart. 

If they win, it'll be glorious. If not, God still loves us. See it with faith. 

Who can predict the outcome of a sportsgame?

The reason it will be so glorious...

Pa', I tip my hat to you. For the good memories. I hope you saw the Jays get to the Series this year...