The Blue Jays Are Going for It—and Baseball Is More Fun As a Result - The Ringer
Remember the 2015 Toronto Blue Jays? That team kicked so much ass.
Between Toronto’s 1993 World Series–winning group and that one, the Blue Jays had rolled out an assembly line of homegrown power hitters surrounded by well-paid veterans past their prime. That led to some ugly uniforms, a lot of hovering around .500, and zero postseason appearances. But in 2015, it all came together. José Bautista and Edwin Encarnación were as good as ever. Veterans like Russell Martin, R.A. Dickey, and Mark Buehrle put together some of their last good seasons. And a few young players started to poke up through the grass: Marcus Stroman returned from injury to spark the rotation late in the season, while rookie second baseman Devon Travis came up and hit like Joe Morgan.
But most of all, this franchise, which for decades had scuttled by as another Great Lakes also-ran, woke up one morning and realized it had titanically wealthy corporate owners and sole possession of a home market bigger than Chicago. So the Jays traded for Josh Donaldson, who hit 41 home runs and won the AL MVP award in his first season in Toronto. And in one feverish three-day span in July, they added shortstop Troy Tulowitzki and eventual Cy Young runner-up David Price.
This team could hit, pitch, run, dance, laugh, cry, and do your taxes. They won the AL East by six games, and their plus-221 run differential led all of baseball by nearly 100 runs. Once in the playoffs, they gave us one of the most nerve-racking, ludicrous innings in baseball history, capped by the most famous celebration in sports this side of the Funky Chicken.
The Jays didn’t win it all that year—the Kansas City Royals took Toronto out in the ALCS. But this dream team, this relentless offensive juggernaut, had popped up almost overnight in a city that’s way more sports-obsessed than most Americans realize. It was match-in-the-gas-can stuff. My own lifelong rooting interests notwithstanding, the 2015 Blue Jays are my favorite baseball team ever, and I’m not sure it’s particularly close.
The Blue Jays aren’t good that often, but it seems like when they are, they get there by following a similar blueprint. Like that 2015 team, the 1992-93 iteration was also packed with elite hitters and cycled through ring-chasing superstars like they were ice cream samples at Jeni’s: Rickey Henderson, Dave Winfield, David Cone, Paul Molitor, and so on. And this year, with this roster, the cycle seems primed to repeat itself.