Perhaps decades from now, I will gather the grandkids around the fireplace and point up to the mantle where the Dave Stieb baseball sits and I (with a twinkle in my eye) will regale them with tales from the 2026 season and how I routed the evil Terminator. They will sit starry eyed with awe, listening attentively as I relive that magnificent moment when Blue Jays centre bent the knee and awarded me that trinket. My own, my precious.