We all have our favorite sports moments. Those moments where we feel like we are on top of the world because “our team” finally did something great. I have had several moments like that in my life. As I develop this blog post over the next few days, I will share a few. Here is one of them.
I have always been an Astros fan but being a baseball first as well, I always wanted to have an American League team to cheer for since my Astros were in the National League until Commissioner Selig thought it would be better to force Jim Crane’s hand and move my beloved team to the American League in 2013.
Until that terrible year in 2013, my team had been a staple in the National League since 1962. Since I was a National League fan, I wanted an American League team to cheer for. Since there was NO WAY IN HELL that I would ever cheer for a Dallas/Fort Worth baseball team (Texas Rangers) because of the Houston/DFW rivalry, which is a big thing for those who do not think so. Anyway, I chose the Toronto Blue Jays as my American League team of choice when I was a kid. I was a fan dating back to when I started to get monthly copies of Baseball Digest. They never won anything substantial in the 1980s but they did come close. In 1992 though, things changed.
My first baseball memory I would like to share is Game 6 of the 1992 World Series between the Toronto Blue Jays and Atlanta Braves. For the first time in my life, my team won a title. I firmly believe that first title set into motion a pattern for years to come as my teams started to win the “big games.” You’ll see what I mean as this blog develops.
Anyway, here is Game 6 of the 1992 World Series, in case you never watched it. Enjoy.