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There’s a frown underneath that mask. (NBJR)

May 22, 2020

Inspired by a nourishing conversation with Launy Schwartz.

A (poorly drawn) comic about life during a pandemic.

The quality is quite low, but my self-esteem is moderately high.

ER

Retro Blue Jays – Eighties, eighties and more eighties

May 10, 2020

Posted by Hockey Joe, DaveWinfieldHOF and Retrontario.

There’s just no escape.

The damn pandemic has saturated our world. It has a presence with every aspect of our lives. More then ever, we need something to give us a little distraction; a little relief.

Along with replays on Sportsnet, MLB Network and the beginning of the KBO season, here are some Blue Jay-themed commercials from the 80s to help take your mind off things:

Tom Henke keeps things professional on and off the field. A true Texas gentleman.

Dave Winfield – playing for the New York Yankees at the time – appears in a commercial for Tourism Toronto. Note the animated seagull at the end of the ad. Pretty sure that wasn’t an accident.

Only the Toronto Sun can give you BLUE JAYS BIRTHDAY BASEBALL!

There’s tough and then there’s “Jim Clancy Tough.”

This promo for an upcoming home series oozes the 80s. The music, the montages, the graphics. Check out Dave Stieb flashing a smile, along with the late Damaso Garcia.

ER

Jays Journaling: Arizona? Sure, whatever

April 16, 2020

The madness continues.

Friday, April 10 was supposed to be my first attended game of the season.

It was supposed to be against the Royals. I was supposed to watch Vladdy, Bo and – likely – Chase Anderson. I was also supposed to eat a matzah sandwich, while wishing I could visit my favourite hot dog vendor at Front and John.

But it didn’t happen. Instead, my baseball fix currently comes from “classic” and “rewind” matches on Sportsnet. It fills the void, but only temporarily.

Again, COVID-19 can go fuck itself.

A family member recently brought up an important point: Even when this is all over, it will be a while before life fully returns to normal. We have to remember that.

It would be foolish to think that we could go from physical distancing and isolation one day and then pack Skydome the next. There’s no way the province and city would allow that.

So, we have to make peace with the possibility that even when/if baseball returns, fans won’t be allowed inside ballparks for the entire season.

And I’m okay with that.

I’d rather have baseball played in empty stadiums than nothing at all.

The Jays might not even play any games in Toronto. They might be in Arizona for the entire modified 2020 season.

And I’m okay with that too.

I’d rather see big leaguers play in empty minor league facilities (and Chase Field) than nothing at all.

This Arizona plan is certainly unique. But it’s also problematic, not to mention the ambitious mid-May start.

But we are living in unprecedented times; so, it’s worth a shot.

However – and I can’t stress this enough – I don’t want this to happen if it compromises player and personnel health.

Safety is paramount and if the curve is not flattened in Arizona, then no one should step on the field.

I badly need baseball, but not at the expense of anyone’s well-being. It is my hope that the state’s health department will work with MLB and not be afraid to stand up to the league if there’s any kind of threat.

It’s been over a month since baseball and everything else stopped. It stings and the pain feels worse every day. Eventually, this will pass. The problem is we don’t know when.

Therefore, I have to be patient, even though it’s messing with my sanity.

ER

Striking Out on Front Street: A Baseball Microstory

April 5, 2020

“Honestly, I’m not a huge baseball fan,” she told him. “I just go for the experience.”

He tried to respond, but his mind was blank. A bountiful vocabulary evaporated. This was a symptom of his awkwardness. Instead, he looked ahead, praying his silence won’t deny a second date.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

The pressure to say something, ANYTHING, intensified.

“I go because art and science come together on the field,” he blurted out. “It’s better than sex!”

The regret on her face was painfully obvious. He struck out before the first pitch. There wasn’t going to be a second date.

ER

Jays Journaling (Could I could get sued for that title?)

March 23, 2020

I miss baseball.

I miss it so much.

COVID-19 can go fuck itself.

One of the worst things about the Coronavirus is that the items we use for escape have been shutdown. It’s messed up, but we have to move forward. We have no choice.

Anyway, I’ve got a few things swimming around my head. Some of it was written before the shit hit the fan. So please bear with the mish, the mash and the combined mish-mash.

***

So this is baseball amidst a global pandemic.

It was inevitable once the NBA suspended play. I patiently waited for the other sports to follow. Now we are stuck in a hideous holding pattern.

It’s terrible, but it is the right course of action. It would’ve been incredibly selfish and foolish if MLB chose to defy the other leagues and proceeded accordingly.

Not worried about how the schedule will be restructured. That will work itself out. Maybe we’ll experience a World Series in December (not likely).

I am thinking about the part-staff that work at the games: Ushers, security, food and beverage, hype crews, ticket takers, box office staff, etc. Very pleased to see the Jays working with the MLSE clubs to create a fund for those affected. Don’t forget about those working in restaurants and bars around Skydome. And don’t forget about your hot dog vendors either. When this storm clears, I hope prosperity can return.

***

You might’ve heard that Jose Bautista was supposed to be playing for the Dominican Republic at an upcoming Olympic qualifying tournament. From all accounts, he would’ve been at first base. However, it appeared he was also trying to reinvent himself as a two-way player.

That’s right! Joey Bats is/was attempting to become a pitcher and I think that’s BRILLIANT!

I’m sure many scoffed and rolled their eyes at the notion. But to paraphrase Talk Talk, “It’s his life. Don’t you forget.”

So what if he’s turning 40 this fall? So what if the analytics aren’t in his favour? So what if evolution caught up to him on the offensive side?

If Joey Bats wants to pitch, I’m all for it. If he still has that passion, a desire to compete and his body can handle it, then who are we to say no?

It’s silly to expect him to be a Max Scherzer or Mariano Rivera. But I certainly hope he finds success with this endeavour; whether that’s in the majors, indy ball or any league outside of North America.

Besides, transitioning to a pitcher gave Anthony Gose another shot.

***

Could we dial back on the Reese McGuire parking lot jokes?

It’s getting ridiculous.

The kid did something very stupid and (hopefully) feels awful about it.

If there’s one thing our society excels at it’s kicking someone when they’re down. I’m as guilty of it as you are.

I’m not saying we should ignore what allegedly happened, but it would be better to simply acknowledge the situation and let the legal process run its course. There could be a mental health or addiction issue at play.

I realize this request will be in vain, but I figured I’d make it anyway.

***

The cheating scandal involving the Houston Astros is detrimental. Personally, I would’ve stripped them of the 2017 World Series title. Alas, the Commissioner did not feel that was necessary.

What occurred at Minute Maid Park was horrible. However, in a twisted kind of way, it was also a good thing.

A story is more intriguing when there’s a villain.

And the Astros are THE villains of the season. Wherever they go, there will be hype and interest. Such excitement will lead to increased ticket sales and more eyeballs watching the TV.

Remember when A.J. Burnett returned as a New York Yankee in 2009 and faced Roy Halladay? Skydome was nearly packed and the atmosphere appeared to be electric.

All because Burnett was a villain who left the Jays to play for the evil empire.

Why else are we – as Jays fans – obsessed with the Yankees and Red Sox? It’s because they’re villains and we want to witness them fail.

Now Houston’s been added to that mix.

It would not surprise if the Jays’ home series against the Astros – whenever it happens – will be one of the most attended. It’s the best chance for fans to jeer the villains.

And just imagine if Houston embraces the villain-role. Just imagine if they reach the World Series. The ratings and ticket sales will take off like a rocket.

Ca-ching đź’°đź’°đź’°

***

Officially rooting for Patrick Murphy.

I hope you read Arden Zwelling’s article about the young hurler. The poor kid has had an injury setback and a metaphoric breaking ball thrown at him.

Love to see Murphy overcome all these obstacles and find success at the big league level.

Alejandro Kirk has also piqued my interest. Of course, it’s likely we won’t see him at Skydome any time soon.

Nevertheless, he was gaining a lot of traction and attention. Then again, I am a sucker for unique characters.

***

Please be patient with Nate Pearson. The worst thing we can do is set over-the-top expectations.

I’m begging you.

ER

Sorrow on Front Street: A Baseball Microstory

February 27, 2020

“I’ve been looking forward to this game all week,” Luke said excitedly. “Thanks for getting the tickets, Mum.”

Shelia smiled back. She loved how her son – a grown adult – had the same enthusiasm for a Jays game as he did as a child. Countless times, they bonded over wins, losses and overpriced hot dogs.

“You’re welcome, hunny,” she said. “I’m really glad we could do this.”

As they moved closer to the stadium, Shelia felt sorrow. The tumour was inoperable and she knew she’d have to tell him eventually.

Tonight, at least, they could enjoy one last baseball game together

ER

Remembering Tony Fernandez

February 17, 2020

Tony Fernandez had four separate stints with the Blue Jays. I was too young to witness his first tenure with the team. However, I clearly remember the remaining three.

The Jays reacquired Fernandez in June 1993 after Dick Schofield sustained a season-ending injury.

Fernandez’s return seemed to be a spark that helped turn things around. They struggled in the early part of that season. Fortunately, they straightened out before capturing their second straight World Series title. Fernandez played a role in that.

His 1999 season really sticks out in my mind. 37-years-old and an incredible .877 OPS!

I was fortunate enough to be at Skydome one Sunday afternoon and witnessed him nearly hit for the cycle against Montreal. From my perch in the 100s – right field foul territory, to be specific – I can recall the majestic flight of a ball he sent into the Expos’ bullpen. Along with Shawn Green, he would ultimately receive a well-deserved trip to the All-Star Game.

From an aesthetic point – and I don’t know why this caught my attention – I always loved how his last name and number were displayed on the back of the uniform. Something about a long last name on top of a thin “1” was mesmerizing.

It’s easy to see why he’s on the Level of Excellence: Single-season leader in games played (1986), at-bats (1986) and triples (1990); all-time team leader in hits, as well as singles and triples. Appeared in more matches than any other Blue Jay; five-time All-Star, four-time Gold Glove winner.

He was one of the best to ever wear a Jays uniform. From all accounts, he was also a great individual.

Gone way too soon, but will never be forgotten.

May his memory be a blessing.

ER

Retro Blue Jays – The Pre-Jays Shop Days

January 29, 2020

Posted by The W/O/C Archive.

Want an old-school Jays hat? Maybe you need a sweatshirt or desire that sweet new powder blue jersey. You simply head to JaysShop.ca (you’re welcome, Mr. Shapiro), click a few times, enter your credit card info and you’ll have your item(s) within a few days.

Wasn’t always like that.

Behold this 1986 commercial for “The Blue Jays Locker.” I’m guessing this was the 80s version of their team store. Catalogues and phone orders were the way to go.

The items – including the highlighted nylon shell jacket – speak for themselves; but having Rance Mulliniks, Lloyd Moseby and George Bell performing a little promotional skit is the real treat.

Also – and please correct me if I’m wrong – the individual doing the voiceover is former PA announcer Murray Elldon.

ER

Friday Night on Front Street: A Baseball Microstory

January 16, 2020

He’s made the pilgrimage for nearly 30 years. Probably could walk the path backwards and blindfolded:

Exit Union Station, walk along Front Street, turn left at John Street, up the stairs and over the bridge. Hello Skydome! Enjoy the game.

The weather is a warm tonic. It’s providing something he badly needs: A chance to take a breath.

The city was busy and his life was no exception. Anxiety and painful memories were far too prevalent. He needed a break. Baseball was that break.

So he walks, inhales the metropolitan air and begins to observe the people and their stories.

ER

Happy Holidays! Why do I put up with this “Jays Twitter” crap?

December 22, 2019

2019 was an ugly year for the Blue Jays, but not for what happened on the field.

We knew what to expect from this team. It was a season of development and debuts. There were many losses, with a few good moments sprinkled in.

However, the real ugliness occurred online; specifically, “Jays Twitter.”

Twitter as a whole has become an ugly place. Everyone is viciously fighting for their opinions to dominate the masses. Anyone with a blue checkmark – and it seems like everyone is verified these days – is telling me how to think, how to feel, who I should fight, why I should fight, what happens if I don’t fight and that I’m a horrible person if I think differently or choose to stay silent.

It’s upsetting, stressful and overwhelming. I just can’t give myself to EVERY SINGLE CAUSE. I’m sorry.

I blame America’s toxic political climate for the ugliness I see on social media. Even worse is that this toxicity has seeped into all walks of life, including a sub-group like Jays Twitter.

Truthfully, Jays Twitter really pissed me off this year. It was a land of unnecessary anger, gross impatience and brutal divisiveness. I’ve never expected everyone to get along and sing “Kumbaya,” but it seems there were more temper tantrums than ever before.

My timeline was dominated by the anti-Shapiro crowd and other glass-half-empty types. It was the same non-stop messages:

THE CORPORATE OWNERS ARE CHEAP AND DON’T CARE ABOUT WINNING!

MARK SHAPIRO IS RUINING THE BLUE JAYS!

THE STADIUM IS TRASH!

JAYS NEED TO SPEND BILLIONS ON FREE AGENTS!

RUSS ATKINS IS SHAPIRO’S PUPPET, INCOMPETENT, FULL OF SHIT AND HAS TERRIBLE PUBLIC RELATIONS SKILLS!

FIRE EVERYONE AND BRING BACK THE MAGIC FROM 2015-16!

Nobody wants to embrace the pain. Nobody wants to be patient. Nobody wants to focus on the exciting potential surrounding the young core. Nobody wants to let things to grow organically. Nobody wants to let the story play out. Nobody wants to acknowledge that the window of opportunity closed at the end of 2016. Nobody wants to move on. Nobody constructively criticizes.

Everyone wants immediate satisfaction. Everyone wants the Jays to spend lavishly on free agents. Everyone is looking for the smallest crumb to use against the front office. Everyone wants to run Shapiro out of town. Everyone scoffs at everything Shapiro says. Everyone wants Atkins to serve everything to them on a silver platter, brush their teeth and wipe their asses. Everyone suddenly cares about optics and how a message is delivered. Everyone is mad because they took 2015-16 for granted. Everyone wants to declare failure before failure occurs. Everyone is sarcastic and acts like a total jerk when rendering judgements. Everyone gets upset over things that are out of their control.

I see all the nastiness and it takes so much energy not to lash out. It makes me wonder why I’m still on Twitter and why I keep this blog alive.

Seriously, what’s the fucking point?

I’m just one Jays-themed Twitter account posting in a far over-crowded pool of Jays-themed accounts.

I’ve never earned a single cent from doing DNJT and I’d be shocked if any money came my way. DNJT is a moped driving next to giant SUVs like Jays Journal, Bluebird Banter and Blue Jays Nation; not to mention the mainstream media juggernauts.

I thought about pulling the plug more than ever this year. I don’t need the negativity. I don’t need to waste my time on a glorified hobby.

But I can’t do it.

I can’t pull the trigger.

I can’t kill @thehek or DNJT because I’ve always wanted to be more than just a fan. I can’t pull the trigger because it would sever the last thread to a dream that’s been dead for a long time and I’m too stubborn to acknowledge it.

So, I have to live it.

People will always be upset and vent on Twitter. That’s their prerogative. It was happening well before 2015-16. Besides, I’ve had my moments too.

It reminds me of an episode of Gilmore Girls when Luke Danes (Scott Patterson) – after months of frustration – has this epiphany about his rebellious nephew, Jess (Milo Ventimiglia). He realizes that Jess is not going to change his behaviour and any forced attempts to do so are futile. This allows Luke to achieve a sense of calm and peace.

Perhaps that’s the state of mind I should aim for.

Jays Twitter, you are what you are and despite my frustration, I can’t change that. There’s no point in getting angry about something that’s out of my control. I’ll have my opinions; you’ll have yours.

Look, we all want the same thing. Some of us are a little more patient than others. Some of us are a little more optimistic than others. Some of us are assholes. Some of us aren’t.

We can analyze stats and contracts to death. In the end, everything settles on one idea: Things will work out or they won’t.

You have to accept it. I have to accept it.

I guess that’s my cliched New Year’s resolution. Perhaps a “New Decade” resolution.

Speaking of which, I do wish you and your family the very best this holiday season. As always, thank you for taking the time to check out my blog. I really do appreciate it.

2020 will mark the eighth year (and ninth baseball season) of DNJT. You can expect the usual stuff. I’ve also been toying with the idea of rebooting the podcast. However, that will be a long-term project.

Here’s hoping 2020 will be a little better than 2019, on and off the field. After all, spring training is just a few weeks away.

ER

UPDATE: A few hours after I published this post, Hyun-Jin Ryu signed a four-year deal with the Jays. I’m happy! Annoyed with my personal timing, but happy nonetheless. More importantly, Jays Twitter is happy……for now.


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