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At a very young age, I developed a strong passion for sports. My parents used to take me to the Toronto Raptors basketball games after I turned two. I quickly learned the names of all the players, and would try to recreate the player introductions every time I returned home from a game. I would also emulate the team’s star, Vince Carter, by slam-dunking basketballs into my little plastic net.

Baseball became my next obsession after I asked my father to take me to a Blue Jays game when I was four. The entire experience captivated me. Everything, from the smell of hot dogs and beer that permeated the stadium, to the crack of the bat to the excitement of the game made me want to go back as much as I could. And go back I did. From grade school through high school, I attended around 20 Blue Jays games per year, often taking trips to see the team play in other cities around the US. When I could not go to a game, I watched it on television. My obsession has continued to this day.

Unfortunately, I am not as good a player as I am a fan. I was a mediocre house-league hockey player for 14 years, and had some success on travel baseball teams, but I was never good enough to play a sport at an elite level. Nevertheless, my love for sports has remained intact through playing recreationally and watching those who are better than I.

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