We all witness history every day of our lives. Some of that history we would prefer to not happen, like the invasion of Ukraine by Russia and the effects of global warming on our planet. Things like this make us feel helpless and without any power. In order to cope with these things, we try to normalize our lives as much as possible. We continue to follow our daily and seasonal routines because they are what keep us comfortable when other things appear to be falling apart.
One of my normalizing routines is watching baseball. Something I started doing about five years ago. Remember the kid in class that couldn’t run around the gym once without almost keeling over from shortness of breath; the kid who was picked last or not at all for any team sport; the kid who couldn’t catch, dribble or jump because she was the biggest wimp in the room; well I was that kid. I had no ability for sports. None what so ever. I had no interest in sports. Again none what so ever, and I never felt as if I was missing something.
This all changed one afternoon when I happened to be in the same room where The Doc was watching a post-season ball game on TV. I sat down next to him. Not with any intention to get involved, mind you, just a little bit of curiosity because The Doc never really watched baseball either. The Toronto Blue Jays were in the post season that year. Suddenly I was involved and suddenly, and even more surprisingly, I understood the game and it didn’t take long after that before I fell in love with the game. If you would like the long version of this story, feel free to read, Why This Bitch Loves Baseball.
Anyway now The Doc and I stream baseball and watch the games from spring training in March right through the post season. It is our nightly entertainment for which we forgo Netflix and Amazon.
This year watching baseball is extra special. The Blue Jays are considered the team to watch out for because they have some amazing kids that they have brought up through their system, and these kids are turning heads.
Last night, one of these kids, Vladimir Guerrero Jr., hit three home runs and a double in four bats. Three of these hits were after having his hand sliced by a shoe cleat when he was trying to make a play at first base. Three of these hits came off of one of the best pitchers in baseball, New York Yankees, Gerrit Cole. One of these pitches was said to be nearly unhittable. Three home runs in a game is considered very rare. Guerrero has done this twice in his career. And then… And then… he caught Josh Donaldson’s line drive to end the game cementing the Blue Jays lead in the ninth inning.
Vladdy, as he is called by everyone in baseball, is the son of Hall of Fame baseball player Vladimir Guerrero Sr., who happened to play for the no-longer-in-existence Montreal Expos for a large part of his career. Vladdy was born in Montreal and has Canadian Citizenship. As a Canadian it feels great to have such an amazing talent on our team. And the Blue Jays are Canada’s team because they are our only team. Vladdy and the Blue Jays have a whole country behind them.
Vladimir Guerrero Jr.’s name is being bantered around with those of famous players that even non-baseball fans are familiar with because they are ingrained in POP culture. Babe Ruth, Stan Musial and Ken Griffey Jr. who all had two three-homer games during their careers. He is also being mentioned with the likes of Hank Aaron and Mickey Mantle, a couple more famous players, but who only had one three-homer game in their careers. The point is that this kid is special. What is even more remarkable is that this kid is only twenty-three years old. He is a joy to watch, he works hard and is a team player. He has a million dollar smile and enjoys playing the game. There is nothing that brings me more joy than seeing someone who loves what they do, doing what they love. And right now Vladimir Guerrero Jr. is making history, and I get to witness it being made and enjoy those happy historical moments.
Thank you for reading.
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