My husband and I are the Romeo and Juliet of the 2025 World Series. Let me explain: I am a proud Canadian. Like many of us, one of my earliest childhood memories was watching Joe Carter hit that Walk Off home run to win the 1993 World Series. With one hit, my fandom was solidified for life.
Little did I know that just a few years earlier, in Los Angeles, my future husband, Evan, was forming his own core memory — watching Kirk Gibson hit a walk-off home run, helping the Dodgers win the 1988 World Series. His fandom was solidified for life.
Years later, we met, we married, we had three kids and moved to his hometown of L.A. We did not have a baseball pre-nup. We could never have anticipated that our teams would face each other in the World Series. Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Los Angeles where we lay our scene.
After 18 blissful years together, on the eve of Game 1 we considered seeking a marriage counsellor. I started passively aggressively wearing my Blue Jays gear around the house and flaunting it at my kids’ school drop off in L.A. Evan immediately pulled out his finery; his vintage Dodgers T-shirts, satin jackets, signed jerseys and hats. Every day, the goal was simply to out-swag each other. Then we did what all great parents should do: we dragged our kids into our mess.
We have identical twin 8-year-old boys. They are dual citizens and the same age that we were when our childhood baseball allegiances were formed, so getting them on side was important.
Evan immediately bought our son Dray an Ohtani jersey, and because all of the kids in his school are Dodgers fans, he started wearing it proudly. Dray was a lost cause for me. His brother, Rio, however, will do anything to differentiate himself from his identical twin and so by some miracle, I convinced him to root for the Blue Jays. Identical genes, opposing teams.
Our 4-year-old daughter, Romi, doesn’t know what is going on or why everyone is screaming at the TV but she has come to love the World Series because it means daddy will let her watch “Gabby’s Dollhouse” in the corner for three hours (OK, sometimes 6 hours and 39 minutes). Don’t judge.
With our twins split, our household is truly divided. When I posted a silly video to my Instagram feed about our domestic tensions, it immediately went viral. Suddenly, Evan and I were fielding requests from multiple U.S. news outlets to talk about our baseball dispute.
Because I will do anything to represent my Blue Jays in enemy territory, I said YES. I dragged my husband, who is a television producer and not at all an on-camera personality, onto “Good Day L.A.”; we appeared on Fox 11 news and our kids joined us on “CBS Morning” live from Dodger Stadium. We have become viral sensations, the Hawk Tuah girl of this World Series, if you will.
The world seems entertained by our rivalry but at home, it’s getting serious. Evan has been a diehard Dodgers fan for almost 40 years. I am rooting for my national team to beat an American powerhouse at a time when political tensions between our two countries have never been higher.
There are real stakes here. And we have made a real bet: If the Blue Jays win the World Series, Evan has to sing the Canadian national anthem to my 200,000 Canadian followers on Instagram. If they don’t, I have to sing the American national anthem. I’m not sure that either of us knows all the words to our respective anthems but it sure will be fun to watch each other try.
So GO JAYS and thank you for letting me write this article as a part of my ongoing feud with my spouse. I am trolling him with every word. We are the ill-fated lovers of this World Series; I just hope we survive it.
