He closes his eyes, the same way he did when he was a kid growing up as just outside of Philadelphia.

He used to walk to the park near his house, see if he could hit the ball over the fence, see if he could win the World Series one more time in his mind. Always in Game 7. That dream never changes.

It’s the way kids play in the purest form of baseball or any other sport.

Nobody ever dreams of winning hits in Games 4 or 5 or 6. It is always Game 7. The game of pure jubilation and devastating heartbreak. The game that’s celebrated and remembered forever when you win and dealt for much of your life when you do not.

And here are the Toronto Blue Jays, never expected to be in the World Series, never expected to get to Game 7 of their dreams or your dreams — never expected to be even after si

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