Last Sunday night, during the emotional hangover from Saturday’s Game 7 of the World Series , my 14-year-old daughter Mary came into the living room. “I’m a bit sad tonight,” she said, “because there’s no baseball game to watch.”

Many Torontonians were feeling the same. Alongside the disappointment of such a thrilling story reaching such an agonizing conclusion, many of us are going through simple withdrawal symptoms: for about a month we always had either a game to watch or a game to look forward to, with all these dramatic storylines to track; the tension ramped up each game, each inning, each pitch, delivering highs and lows and pumping adrenalin and endorphins through our systems. On Saturday night, Nov. 1, all of that suddenly stopped.

So maybe it was a widespread sentiment that M

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