For the first time, maybe ever, the Blue Jays cannot disappoint me this season.
Because I have no expectations of them. None at all.
Because they have numbed me with their inactivity.
Because my feelings of ambivalence were born from a winter without any kind of sell. There is no new to be excited about. There aren’t really possibilities we haven’t seen before. Even the dismal pre-season advertising campaign — focusing on adversity of all things — seemed either depressing or disappointing.
Adversity for who — the team or the fan base?
If they perform beyond expectations, of which I have none, wonderful. What will they win, 80 games? Maybe 83?
But what is it they do better than anyone in their difficult division? They don’t field the way Baltimore fields. They don’t pitch the way Tampa Bay pitches. They don’t have history or money on their side the way the Yankees and Red Sox do. They don’t out-manage anybody, if that matters in any way.