Jackie Robinson, Montreal Royals

Since Pepe embarrassed the hell out of me the other day, I’m embarrassing him back!

Sometimes people wonder how I know so much about American sports. Well, I can’t go into detail, but as part of my work, I have to be knowledgeable about American sports, even though we mostly deal more with “alternative” sports and adventuring. So, I have poured a lot of energy into learning a lot about sports, reading a lot of sports history books (I HIGHLY recommend “The Real All-Americans” and “Satchel.” Right now I am reading a biography of Mickey Mantle.), and yes, I like showing off my knowledge because I can tell it surprises the heck out of people. I am still woefully ignorant of basketball and NASCAR. Great Lardini keeps trying to trip me up with baseball, but he can’t do it … because if I don’t have a response right at my fingertips, a baseball expert is a text, e-mail or yell away. 🙂

Anyway, it’s spring training and the beginning of an interesting year in baseball with the Red Sox and Phillies signing big stars and I suppose I’ll have to put with Lardini’s teasing all summer, but then I have an ace in the hole, which is to ask him, “how many times have the Twins beaten the Yankees in the playoffs?” Anyway, when people think of a film that explore the heart and soul of America, one seems to come to mind for many people — Field of Dreams.

The Black Sox

Field of Dreams was based on “Shoeless Joe,” written by W.P. Kinsella. A Great American Novel, right? Nope. W.P. Kinsella was born and raised in northern Alberta and many of his novels are actually about the First Nations in Canada. He was born in a tiny town west of Edmonton, high up in the northern Prairie, received most of his schooling in Canada and wrote “Shoeless Joe” in Canada. He based it in Iowa partly because he came to know that area when he attended a writer’s workshop at the university of Iowa.

This book was won the Canadian Book of the Year in 1982. I find it so interesting that so many people think of the book and film as quintessentially American, when they are actually Canadian in origin.

Fergie Jenkins

Baseball is huge in Canada, especially in Kinsella’s Alberta. All those hockey players had to have something else to play in the summer and most of them played baseball. There were a variety of pro, semi-pro and barnstorming teams and leagues throughout most of Canada, especially from Ontario to Alberta. In 1913, there were 24 thriving minor league teams in Canada.

A friend of mine’s mom played in these baseball leagues when she was young, playing other teams from little towns in Northern Saskatchewan with names like Frenchman’s Butte and St. Walberg and Lloydminster and Turtleford in the late 1940s and early 1950s — And this was baseball, thrown overhand, not softball. She always kept a love for the game, though she stopped playing when she was 18. My friend’s grandfather, who was mortally wounded in Belgium, barnstormed with semi-pro teams throughout Saskatchewan and Alberta, playing teams from Prince Albert, Moose Jaw, Red Deer, Rosetown, Grande Prairie, etc., in the 1930s.

Larry Walker

Did you ever see the movie, “A League of their Own”? That movie was actually based on the character of Mary “Bonnie” Baker, who was an All-Star catcher in the All-American Girls Baseball League. Geena Davis’ character was based on Baker. Bonnie Baker grew up in Regina, Saskatchewan and was a star baseball and softball player there. A total of 64 Canadian women played in the AAGBL in the 1940s.
You can just imagine the baseball fields tucked away in these giant wheat and canola farms where townspeople gathered for grudge matches against neighbouring towns after a hard, hot day in the fields. It was a big, big deal for those little towns, even more so during the Depression. That’s where my friend’s love for the big originates.

Mary Bonnie Baker

My friend grew up cheering for the Red Sox. He and his dad never got along, but they both cheered for the Red Sox, especially during the 1975 World Series when he was a little kid. You don’t want to get him going about Carlton Fisk and the “home run!” The Red Sox were literally the only thing that connected them, and he lost his dad when he was 15, so that means a lot to him. The Red Sox were Canada’s team long before the Expos and the Blue Jays, and to this day, a lot of Canadian old-timers still cheer for the Sox rather than the Blue Jays.

Montreal was famous for being the launching pad for Jackie Robinson’s career in the Major Leagues. Jackie was a huge fan favourite in Montreal when he played there briefly before being called up by the Brooklyn Dodgers. When Jackie played for the Montreal Royals, the team’s attendance soared to more than 1 million, a huge number for minor league baseball in the 1940s. And they mostly came to watch Jackie. He hit .349 for the Royals and was named the league’s Most Valuable Player. The following year, he was called up to the Dodgers. (Interestingly, while Robinson’s experience in Montreal was nothing but positive, other black American athletes reported facing a lot of racism in Canada in the 50s and 60s.)

Justin Morneau

A handful of Canadians made it to the Major Leagues, but the first real Canadian star was Fergie Jenkins, a Hall of Fame pitcher who won 284 games and won the Cy Young Award in 1971. Another Canadian star in the 1970s was All-Star Terry Puhl, who was from tiny Melfort, Sask. Canadian Kirk McCaskill won 17 games one year with the Angels in 1985.

The next big Canadian star was Larry Walker. He was the first Canadian to win the batting title (thrice) and he was named MVP in 1997, when he hit .366, hit 49 home runs and stole 33 bases. He will soon join Fergie Jenkins in the Hall of Fame as the second Canadian in the Hall. Another good Canadian player in the 1990s was Matt Stairs, who hit 265 home runs in the Major Leagues.

Joey Votto

A veritable floodgate of Canadian stars entered the Major Leagues in the late 90s and early 2000s — Erik Bedard, Ryan Dempster, Jeff Francis, Corey Koskie, Rich Harden, Jason Bay (a Rookie of the Year), Russell Martin and Mark Teahen. Canadian Eric Gagne saved 55 games in 2003 and was the second Canadian to win the Cy Young Award (and was later found to be juicing, unfortunately, but who wasn’t in 2003?). Justin Morneau won an MVP award with the Minnesota Twins in 2006. Joey Votto is won the MVP award in 2010 in the National League, hitting .324 with 37 home runs. That’s a total of three Canadian MVPs , two Cy Youngs, three batting titles, and a Rookie of the Year since 1971.

So, there’s probably at least one Canadian on your favourite team.

Jason Bay

The high points for Canadian baseball were 1992 and 1993 when the Toronto Blue Jays won the World Series (with no Canadian players), and in 2006, when Canada actually beat a U.S. team featuring Alex Rodriguez, Chipper Jones and Derek Jeter in the World Baseball Classic. We watched that game, and it was bloody amazing. A HUGE event in Canada! The whole country went crazy over that game. This game is what set me to begin reconnecting to my Canadian sports heritage!

How did a Kiwi get introduced to baseball? I met a friend in America who invited me to one of his softball games. I suppose it was our first “date.” I didn’t know how you were supposed to dress at softball. Cricket in New Zealand can be a quasi-formal affair, depending where you attend. So, I dressed in a nice sundress and big hat and white flats. I brought a blanket and my malamute and sat on the grass far away from everyone because I didn’t know anybody, and because I suddenly felt stupid and mortified because I was painfully overdressed. Everyone else there was in shorts and tank tops and t-shirts and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I wanted to climb down a gopher hole.

My friend played for a local resort’s team, and all the resort employees came out to watch. They were a bunch of tatted up 18- and 19-year-olds who made minimum wage and lived in dorms, so apparently kicking the townies’ butts was a big deal to them. I couldn’t fathom the rules to this odd sport (there is fastpitch softball in New Zealand, but it’s waaaaay down the totem pole in popularity). It was mystifying to me. There were no wickets! The point of the game seemed to be to bounce the ball over the fence into the woods behind the field.

Canadian fans, World Baseball Classic

The game dragged on until it was got dark, and my friend came up and hit the ball into the woods. Everyone whooped and hollered. I had no idea what was going on. All the tatted up kids from the resort piled on top of him when he came home and when he finally got up from out of the pile, he had a bloody nose. One of the stoned kids in his exuberance had scraped him right across the nose with a thumbnail. I found out afterward he had hit a grand slam in the bottom of the 10th. His team won by some ludicrous score of 28-26.

That was my first “date” with Pepe, whose grandfather barnstormed throughout Saskatchewan in the 1930s.

It was a very big deal to Pepe when his alma mater, a huge underdog, won the College World Series in 2008. He could barely watch that last game. He was a nervous wreck and normally, he just doesn’t get that worked up about individual games.

Haruko ballplayer

Today, we go out and eat brunch for the annual Patriot’s Day game and watch a handful of games every at the “Red Sox Restaurant” where they have a bigscreen TV and delicious fajitas and enchiladas and the manager is a Red Sox fanatic. We rarely really sit and watch just watch the game. Baseball to us isn’t that kind of sport. It’s like background music, something to be enjoyed in a more zen way. When something amazing happens, then you perk up. If we watch a game at home, it’s usually when we’re having a barbecue or something.

Today, we go to a handful of pro games in our town each year, in a gorgeous little stadium along a big river and big mountains behind it. It’s a little too cold and buggy in April and May, so we wait until June. You can sit in the stands and have hot dogs, or you can sit in a grassy area behind centerfield and barbecue for free. It’s a chance to gossip with friends and swat mosquitoes.

Ray's dad

As far as Field of Dreams, I’ve never actually seen Pepe watch it. It was on cable one night and he left the room and pretended to do something in his office at the end. A few months later, it was on again, and he did the exact same thing, went outside or something near the end of the movie. It suddenly dawned on me. I realized he really couldn’t watch the ending, when Ray plays catch with his long-lost dad.

That’s what baseball means to some people.

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Wonderful piece, HH! Sometimes (slightly OT), I wish things turned out differently for the Expos and remained in Montreal (instead of moving to Washington and, often like the two Senators clubs that decades ago preceded the Nationals, be the perennial bottom-feeders of their respective league/division. One only need look at the post-Senators histories of those clubs (Twins & Rangers, who between them since leaving Washington have won 3 World Series titles, including the Rangers last year) to catch the drift that D.C. is not that much of a “winning” place for baseball. Baltimore was once-upon-a-time, but recently…

Let’s Go RED SOX!!!!

Pepe Lepew

You little so and so….


Thank You Haruko for your beautiful written article.
Yes, Canada and Canadian athletes have made their mark in the national and international sports world.
What I love about my country, is we just go about it quietly…doing our best with what we have.
I am very impressed with the fact that Canada has a love for baseball with a long colourful history.
I will ALWAYS…but ALWAYS remember the movies “A Field of Dreams” and “A League of Their Own” as Canadian…and thank you for pointing this out in your article.
ummm Haruko, I would of done the same thing, wore a sun dress and some fun shoes to a baseball game…it’s just natural for me to do so….and I would also be digging myself a hole to hide in.
Can’t wait to read another one of your articles


Great stuff HH! The answer to your question is zero…the “Field of Dreams” movie, while entertaining, made my skin crawl for one super obvious reason…Shoeless Joe batted left-handed. For ANY director to make this grievous error is unforgivable. :-))
p.s.–if Morneau can’t go we Twins fans are SOL.

Pepe Lepew

Not only that, but why didn’t Ray Liotta have a Southern accent? The guy was from the Deep South in the 1910s … he woulda had an accent!


Re: Morneau. My son and I fear he will not play again. The Twins are being cagey but I note there have been no Morneau sightings. My son gets his haircut at the same local sports barber as Joe. I’ll ask him to sniff out what Smitty gets from Joe about it.


Great article! Really enjoyable and informative. Couldn’t agree more with you about baseball being like background music.

My British and commonwealth friends talk about cricket a lot, and I am totally mystified. They look down on baseball, say it’s just a kids’ game called “rounders” in the UK, a redheaded stepchild of Cricket.



We’d have had a lot more Canadian baseball players in the Big’s if you damn stubborn Canucks would make your kids wear helmets in hockey

We lost Koskie, one very good player and now we are in danger of losing Morneau for good from one too many sticks upside their heads.

Great players and esp in Justin’s case, one hell of a citizen and all around great man.


I come from a little town in Northern Wisconsin, and when I was growing up, the town hosted a major championship series of fastpitch softball. Teams from Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Northern Michigan all showed up for six or eight weekends in the summer to duke it out. It was an amazing time, and thousands of people showed up in busses and trucks and, as far as I know, hiking through the forests.

You essay reminded me of that, for some reason…. good times!


When I was a kid Eddie Feigner, “The King and His Court” played a game in our town’s minor league ballpark. I was only around ten or so, but Dad took us. If I remember correctly there was the King, a catcher, a first basemen, an infielder, and an outfielder. I think a couple guys hit foul balls, but nobody else touched him.


What a great article HH *thumbs up* ……. I am NOT a sports fan; I went to a couple of soccer games in my home town in England (standing among a crowd of yahoos watching guys run after the ball from one end of the field to the other and then those same yahoos threw toilet paper rolls on the field), my ‘boyfriend’ when I was 11 had a Canadian father who played on the local ice hockey team the Brighton Tigers (I’d have been impressed if I knew what ice hockey was). And don’t talk about cricket – if anybody actually understands that game puleez dont try to explain it to me; better people have tried and failed!

I came to Canada 40 years ago – tried watching Canadian Football, got bored, and the American version of the game, got more bored …… and then the Blue Jays came to town – I was SO hooked!! I have no idea why – perhaps it IS because you can do other things and keep an eye on the game as well; perhaps it’s just ‘cos it’s a quintessential summer game tossing a ball around. I don’t know but it’s a helluva game! Oh – I forgot – and this will be Canadian heresy – but I’ve tried soooo hard to like ice hockey but it’s true – you go to a fight and a game breaks out.


There’s nothing like a live hockey game!

I swear the University of Michigan hockey referees still have my picture up in their offices. They’d never had a fan ask how they did on their last drug test before. And yes, you could hear me at the other end of the rink, over the announcer.

The Wolverine players were laughing their butts off.


My kids told me to stay home…cause they can hear my CHEERS…..whenever they had a hockey game.
So there…..


Canada is like that overachieving little brother that never gets the respect he deserves because daddy’s favorite is the eldest son. Sometimes the lack of respect has the benefit of allowing the pure development of talent and skill with out the hype and pressure of being the chosen one. Canadian sports players outside of the big H tend to have personalities imbued with restraint not seen in the states. Go Canada!


They play baseball in Canada too?! Well, I gotta say, I’ve been totally wrong about you guys all this time.

I thought the ice never melted long enough to play anything other than hockey, and that was why that terrible sport was your national pass time!

(why must I constantly ridicule Canada?)