1992-93 + wendall Clark, baseball was my first love till then. I never knew what sports was or being a fan untill those 2 season the Jays won. I was 8 I remember listening quietly on a old radio cuz mom would kill me if she knew I was up. We just arrived in Canada four years prior, I wasn't making any friends, I had bullies back then telling to go back to my country or do you know karate and would try and fight me for that reason because I was Asian, or back then we were all Chinese. Everyday I was chased home after school by the same people, yes they were white but I never knew why they hated me so much.
I came from a war torn country where half my family had died before me and my sis, we was the last of my parents kids. They never wanted to leave their country but they had to for us. What was left of my family was scattered now through all the continent. One after another they left for different area of the world, all the surviving members were at one camp at the time. One by one everyone left, celebrating when one did, expecting our new country to welcome us with love, it didn't start out as we thought. Canada then was not like now, it's crazy to remenisce because the feeling of seclusion was so much apart of me then.
Moving on, so I remember my dad leaving work and having to come get me because I was so scared of walking home. It happened for a whole year til one day I got tired and fought back. It was the first time I fought, also the first time I defended myself. Also the first time, I felt I belong in this cold country, snow was a myth back then to my people. It was stories brought forth by others and a lot of us stayed a way from Canada. The stories about Canada that went around my village then was stories of beyond the wall and the knight king.
Anyways to get back to the subject, this is when I met my best friend. His name was Brad, he had a dad who thought he could be very good in sports but not realize his son was just not good. He was my first true friend, him and his dad was the first to put me on skates, his dad signed me up for house league hockey because my parents didn't know what that was or even what hockey is. To make things short or at least shorter, his dad told me back then to always cheer for the players in blue. I never understood, then I saw the Jays in blue and they won, then i saw the Leafs as well in blue and I knew. These were my team, even though all my boys now are bball fans they k. Iw how much I love hockey and how much I love the Leafs.
I get asked all the time during the shit years why would you chose the Leafs, and the story always leads to this and my answer is always that I rather suffer for the rest of my life as a leaf fan losing then cheer for another team. So yea a great gesture from a friends father made me life long leaf fan and I'm glad that he did.