“Three and a half ahead with seven to play.”
No matter what has, will or won’t transpire this weekend for the Blue Jays — and nothing completely definitive has happened yet, so keep breathing deeply — that final-week stumble in 1987 remains the gold standard for baseball collapse, certainly locally. The Jays lost all seven games and surrendered the division to the Detroit Tigers and with it any chance to participate in the post-season. There were no wild cards; they didn’t play with a safety net like today’s kids.
The flame-out involved, as these things do, monumental hits and errors, injuries, dubious decision-making and luck of both bad and good flavours, all presented on a bed of barely tolerable anxiety for two fan bases stretched to their limits. It also involved, as these sagas s