We’ve eyed each other cautiously for years. We’ve circled each other. We’ve met on fields (and rinks) for friendly strife before, thrown a few jabs, nothing too intense, nothing too memorable. Nothing that would leave a mark, on either side.

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This will leave a mark, you can count on that.

One way or another.

At last we get a postseason baseball series between the Yankees and the Blue Jays, between New York City and Toronto (which is, in many ways, the New York City of Canada). We will at last birth a sporting rivalry between these two behemoth burgs, separated by a 491-mile drive, one body of water (the Niagara River), either of three bridges (Peace, Rainbow or Lewiston-Queenston) and one international border.