My dad's a Blue Jays fan and I'm a kid growing up listening to all his old stories, playing trivia, and watching baseball movies with him. I constantly feel disconnected with him in enjoying the game of baseball. I'm growing up in an age where the Blue Jays are not winning and we don't have any heroes that stay in Toronto whether by choice or not. In the middle of any love for any sport in Toronto, the Raptors and Leafs are equally awful with no better choices for heroes. My dad sees baseball differently. He's watching the game pitch-by-pitch and not by wins and losses. He never criticizes the players, the organization, or the game, but he lives through the appreciation of how the game is played and the players that make it exciting and memorable. I wrote this book with the help of my mother to share with the world a moment of my short life when I finally believe that I understand ...