I grew up in a family of non-sports fans. Yet, when I was 12 I discovered the magic of baseball. Believe it or not, on the radio. Our summers were spent at the cottage, no phones, and no TV! In the evenings when i'd had a full day of swimming, sun and boating I would inevitably get bored. All that was left was the radio. Somehow I turned the transistor radio from top 40 to Blue Jays games and I was hooked. Something about the Shakespearean pace of a game, each one-on-one battle between pitcher and hitter. Those endless fouls waiting for the perfect pitch ending the at bat dramatically with a hit, a home-run, or the strike-out. It was months before I saw a game on TV (eventually and always with the sound down so I could hear the radio guys) and a year or two before I saw a live game. I picked a winner as the Jays won three world series just a few years later. My favorite players remain etched in my memory: Lloyd Moseby, Dave Stieb, Tony Fernandez and of course, World Series hero, Joe Carter. In this day of constant screen time, thousands of channels and non-stop texting, I hope that my kids get the chance to be bored and channel their boredom into a lifelong passion.