2018 Playoffs – Championships – September 16 2018


Summer wandered back into our lives to grace us with beautiful weather for the final game of another successful Field of Dreamers season.  As we tuck this season in, draw the comfy sheets, and play some soft music on 2018, let us remember the spirit that ran through the Credit River Comrades, the Don River Valley Cats, the Humber River Humdingers, and the Rouge River Blush.  Each of you gave to this league in an immensely spirited way and we are thankful to all of our players, subs, fans, and volunteers who help make each season possible.

Despite the sleepy start, the two final games were filled with action that was modulated by the affable Robin Smillie who took the mic to call play-by-play for both matches and her hosts Colin Hastings and Andrew Stokes who provided thrilling colour commentary!! But the real question remained, would the Comrades make one final push at the Eastern door to secure the bronze medal game or would the Valley Cats scratch and claw their way back into the third spot?  Would the Humber River Humdingers be singing “We Are the Champions” or would the Rouge River Blush make all their doubters hush?

If you are curious as to the results then you’ll have to keep reading to find out!

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2018 Playoffs Round 1 – September 9th


Tropical depression Gordon hung low as the wind swirled and the skyline was filled with pink, blue, and purple luminescence.  Some gentle soul had already decorated SkyDome with pastel streamers as though they knew that the Dreamers would be taking the field for an extra special occasion.  It was the magic of playoff baseball, where puppies grow to be puppers and bugles sound the coming of fall. Where Valley Cats howl at the night sky and Comrades prepare for the October Revolution.  Where Blush ready themselves for homecoming and Humdingers…um….keep humming? Anyway, it is a beautiful and glorious time and the rains held out so that for yet another week we could all make baseball together.

In the spirit of the playoffs, captains readied themselves, with one sending out this little sweet note, ” Not that I think we are in short supply of generosity as a team at all but, sometimes the play-offs bring out our more competitive sides. While it is certainly fun and engaging to have high stakes situations and to perform at one’s best, we also want to remember the priorities of this league. Let’s keep being generous to the other teams and to one another. We’re still all in this together!”

And together they began under the grey dusk of fall.

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The Dreamer’s Tribune: Jo’s Journey to 100

Since their first game with the Uncertainty in 2014, Jo Jefferson has racked up a number of memorable plays and their next hit will be a big one as they are charging towards 100 career hits, becoming the 15th Dreamer to reach this feat. 

I’ve been a baseball lover ever since my dad taught me to play “scrub” on the shady front lawn at my grandparents’ dairy farm in Nova Scotia. Kents from Scotland acquired that farmland after Acadian families had been forcibly evicted from it in the 1750s, and descendants of those same Kents are still farming it now, eight generations later. My cousins and I wore flat leather gloves from the days of our great grandfather on our small hands and played hours of scrub – a single-base game perfect for small fields and small hitters – coached by Dad, the boy scout leader who never lost patience, modeled kind and firm leadership, set clear boundaries, and insisted on fair play and fun above all else. Fifty years later, I’ve finally found a place to play that feels as safe, as fun, and as free as those summer Sunday front lawn games.

I joined the Uncertainty in 2014, my first summer in Toronto, and biked to ballfields all over town with my partner Rachel and our housemates Ashling and LJ. I struggled to reclaim skills I hadn’t used much since I’d last joined a team (Dalhousie English Department) when I was pregnant with my first kid. A lot of familiar and uncomfortable feelings came up for me that first Uncertainty season – some homesickness for the ballfields of rural NS, frustration about how difficult it was to hit the ball hard enough to get it past the pitcher, rage about the way gender was talked about among the teams we played against, fierce protectiveness for my teammates when they were injured or insulted, and an aggressive competitiveness I’d forgotten I was capable of. That aggression often found an easy outlet on the base paths facing off against bros who saw me as an easy out, or who didn’t see me at all because my middle-aged genderqueer self wasn’t part of their ageist, binary vocabulary.

After three years sweating it out on sun-baked city diamonds with the Uncertainty – gaining pals, confidence, and a (slightly) better batting average – I welcomed the birth of Field of Dreamers in the early, sleep-deprived months of life with baby Sonny. Rachel and I brought them to those first chilly May games, wrapped in ridiculously puffy snowsuits, awake and wailing in their new red stroller. I had the best batting average of my life that first Dreamer season, even though I struggled with an injured knee (I’m grateful to all the folks who ran when I hit) and later in the season a pesky gallbladder. And in the same way that I felt seen within the journey of becoming Sonny’s parent (by housemates, by midwives, by grandparents), I have also felt seen among the Dreamers under the Sunday night lights. As a pitcher, a hitter, a base coach, a captain, a Hustler, a Humdinger, #63.

Field of Dreamers has relieved me of my need to charge aggressively at second base, to loudly argue calls in defense of my teammates, to clench the bat with an anxious grip. There has been room for me to loosen up my hands and my feelings. I’ve had space to be a leader, to hit hard over the infielders, to feel at home. My walkup song is “Enjoy Yourself” by The Jackson Five, and that’s what I’ve tried to do every game. I’ve reclaimed my sense of fun and my willingness to risk that long sprint from the front porch to the tree stump where someone who cares about me waves me in.


August 26th 2018


It seems like it’s gone dreadfully quick, but last night marked the end of the 2nd regular season in Field of Dreamers history! But don’t fret fellow baseballers, there are three more games left to play! Playoffs begin on Sunday, September 9th and run through Sunday, September 23rd! With the Credit River Comrades having locked up the top spot and the Rouge River Blush occupying the bottom, there was only one key playoff race left to decide: Would it be the Humdingers or the Valley Cats who hosted their first round playoff matchup?  Would the Valley Cats follow the ball of yarn to the 2nd place or would the Comrades block their attempts through camaraderie and determination?  Would the Humdingers buzz their way into 2nd place or would the Blush apply the kiss of death to Humber?

If you wanna know the results…

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August 19th 2018


Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me. When the Dreamers searched their hearts and their souls you didn’t have to tell them it’s not worth fighting for, because as the playoffs near, everything they do…they do it for BASEBALL!!   Would Humber tell Credit that it’s not worth fighting for? Or would Credit respond that they can’t help it, there’s nothing they want more? Would Rouge take Don as they are or would Don give it all and sacrifice?

If you wanna know the results…

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