The Team the World Needed to See - What Were You Thinking?

There’s a scene in The Grinch, you know the one, where all the presents, decorations, and even the tree are taken away, and yet the townspeople still gather. They sing. Because what couldn’t be taken was their spirit. That, to me, is the Blue Jays. What they did for the country’s spirit— well, that’s magical in its purest form.

Whether or not they won, they already won something more profound: unity. And it’s the kind of unity the world is starved for. No trophy can provide what something so transformative offers.

In a time when many of us and much of what surrounds us feel divided, broken, or transactional, this vibrant, joy-filled mosaic of players from different countries, languages, and rhythms comes together to create something larger than just a team. They form a family — one that hugs tight, plays loud, forgives quickly, and prays before they swing. Honestly? It’s the kind of love that makes you want to cry a little, then dance it out with a mop handle in your kitchen.

As birds, Blue Jays are clever creatures—mischievous, loyal, and astute. One of their most charming traits is their ability to mimic hawks —not to deceive, but to warn and protect. They send out warnings to keep their community safe. They move in family groups, cache food, and watch out for each other. They’re bold, brilliant, and bonded, just like this team.

Vladdy invoking his faith? That humbled me. That reminded me that greatness isn’t in the volume of your victory but in the quiet truth of who you are when the cameras are off. And that, that is spiritual performance. Cosmic conduct. The real kind of home run.

Each time these guys lifted each other, on or off the field, they lifted us too. They reminded us that we’re human—that some days we strike out, and other days we hit it out of the park. But the real win? It is showing up with heart and never letting ego steal the bat. An invaluable life lesson. There was no separation on this team. They played as one strong entity.

I was gutted by how quickly critics attacked them at the start of the series. But that’s just low-quality earth energy infused with ego doing its thing. Besides, drama is addictive and sells advertising. Still, what this team radiated wasn’t drama; it was devotion to the game, to each other, and to all the team families. And no post-game stat or championship ring can ever measure that. No one will forget the game of 2025, which was like watching a Hollywood movie.

The Blue Jays showed us, much like Whoville did, that the most important things can’t be wrapped or measured, but they can touch hearts, inspire nations, and grow three sizes in a single game. It’s the truest kind of magic that can’t be understood or won. What makes it so powerful is its quiet spirit of love, unity, and joy, which, when shared, can change the whole world—and that is precisely what they did.

I’m not just a proud Blue Jays supporter. I’m a proud Canadian. This beautiful, chaotic, multilingual, music-filled family is who we are when we’re at our best. We show up, we love quietly, and we lead by example.

No trophy needed. Just pass the poutine and a tissue.