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You don’t measure a season like this by the final score of Game 7. You measure it by the distance traveled, the grit shown, and the way a team dragged us all into believing again. Ten innings in a decisive World Series game isn’t a loss. It was their statement saying: “we belong on the biggest stage, under the brightest lights, with everything on the line!”
For years, outsiders questioned whether the Jays could break through. This run tore that doubt apart. They didn’t sneak in; they competed, adapted, and beat teams built to win now. For me, that’s not just a fluke it was the Jays establishing their identity as winners. You don’t push a championship game into extra innings (18 in Game 3 and 1 in Game 7) without composure, conditioning, and belief in your abilities and talent. Pressure crushes pretenders but it will refine contenders. The Jays proved they’re the latter. The margin was razor-thin because they made it that way.
This season, when the Jays showed up, they brought pitching depth stepping up, defense under stress holding, and timely base runs. That translated to a team able to repeatedly catch lightning.
And let’s not forget, Toronto didn’t just watch. The streets buzzed, the bars filled with strangers who left as friends. Kids stayed up too late to see what belief looks like – 3:00 am for that Game 3. This overflow of energy fed back into the team, the front office, and the next generation. That’s how sports rebuild civic muscle. Losses like this cut, but they also clarify. They reveal exactly where the edges are dull and where the steel is already sharp. Clubs that learn from a Game 7 extra-inning heartbreak usually come back more dangerous, because they know the weight and still want the bar.
I lived in Toronto when they won the first World Series. I was downtown celebrating with people I’ve never met like we were brothers and sisters in arms. I know that Toronto’s identity is resilience, immigrant grit, winter patience, summer roar. The Jays mirrored that. They kept showing up and to me, that’s not consolation it’s the 6ix’s DNA.
So sure, let’s grieve the ending but even more importantly let us all honour the journey. The Jays didn’t fail; they finished one breath short after proving they can breathe rare air. Toronto, keep your flags up. Keep the lights on. The window isn’t closing, it just opened, and everyone felt the breeze.
Bio: Brian Sankarsingh is a poetic firebrand, a sharp, thoughtful storyteller who walks the crossroads where Caribbean folklore, social justice, and the human condition collide. He is a truth-seeker who questions political tribes, challenges lazy platitudes, and writes with a deep pulse of empathy, always pushing for nuance whether you're exploring grief, cultural identity, or the monsters that haunt cane fields and hearts alike. He blends advocacy and art seamlessly. He is part historian, part philosopher, part bard, driven by a hunger to illuminate overlooked stories and empower marginalized voices.
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