Not a night we’ll soon forget, as a family, as a city, as a country.

Not a bad way to celebrate a birth-week either – whoa! My beautiful daughter and I got to go to Game 1 with the rest of our little family to head over to the ballpark for Game 2 on Saturday.

We did not have particularly high expectations. For us, getting to the World Series was plenty good enough. Now we’re just playing with house money. Everything else is, as they say, gravy.

Perhaps that’s why, the 45 thousand or so Jays fans, many of whom paid many times what we did to be there, rocked out all night and partied like there was no tomorrow. We were relaxed through the first five innings, whatever happened. We were down, we were fine.

BO’s BACK – CHANTS OF “LET’S GO BO” engulfed the park with his first appearance.

We booed Ohtani with all our might, though we cheered for Freddie Freeman. I was yelling “give us back the dog’s sweater Ohtani” just as loud as I could. People in our section, I thought, appreciated this.

The love in that ballpark is indescribable. We were all friends until the 6th inning, when we were bonded together for life. Tears, hugs, high-fives, Canadians trying not to swear, but often failing.

And finally chants of “We. Don’t. Need. You.” – and we didn’t that night.

Nobody who was there and I am sure no Canadian will forget this 6th inning that made history and handed the Dodgers their A** for at least this first game. We will not be swept!

Also, Addison Barger will have to sleep on Davis Schneider’s creaky sofa bed forever more now I guess.

We were high-fiving so hard in Section 237 that our wrists felt broken. Our blue glitter eye shadows were smeared all over our faces till we felt we might be blinded. My legs were shaking, knees probably sore, no voice left. tears streaming, laughing our hearts and lungs out.

We walked mostly home with the loudest street crowd – random, some very drunk, strangers, asking directions, petting dogs out for a stroll, spilling our popcorn we thought we’d bring home, singing along the way.

What a night! If nothing else good happens in this World Series, we’re already there – we’ve done something nobody expected us to do. Handily beat the Dodgers, who looked shell shocked.

You almost felt sorry for Blake Snell – arguably the nicest, most humble guy in the world. But this is baseball. Anything can happen and tonight, everything did!

Whatever comes next, we stand with our boyz in blue, loud and proud.

Go Jays GO!!