Such a lackluster reception for the new union! Between two such fine cities! When it was announced, begrudgingly, that the Las Vegas 51s would be paired with the Toronto Blue Jays as their Triple-A baseball team, officials on both sides shrugged. We’ll make the best of it, they said. There was no choosing one another; rather, the Blue Jays were the last team without a Triple-A affiliate, and the 51s had been dumped by the Dodgers, and so the last two kids on the field got stuck together as a team.

But it turns out, Toronto is way better than LA. Never mind baseball; the Jays are fine enough as far as we care, and they have every reason to wonder if the decrepit Cashman Field is up to snuff for major-league training. But focus on what’s really important here: what we can get out of it. Toronto can be our mentor city.

Start with the obvious connections in our cities’ DNA: Elvis Priestly lives in Toronto and seems to encapsulate our spirit entirely in one chunky, loud-mouthed body. This Elvis impersonator is actually the Rev. Dorian Baxter, an Anglican priest who is running for office in Ottawa. Really. This guy’s got the Vegas touch in so many ways—check him out at this wedding or Bar Mitzvah or church service here on YouTube. Turns out he was ushered out of the mighty Anglican church for doing Elvis stuff at the altar. But he’s still allowed to run for office for the Progressive Canadian Party, because apparently, just like us, Canadians understand that politics is a glitzy light show made for crackpots and our entertainment and the world’s further demise.

What do Torontonians—that’s right, Torontonians is what they’re called—know of Vegas? Other than the obvious—that we’re a snake pit of sex and greed gone mad, much beloved worldwide all the more for it—they know this bit of news about Las Vegas, from a story last week in the Toronto Star:

A Nevada motivational speaker charged with sexually assaulting two women in Toronto hotel rooms earlier this year has been cleared of the charges against him.

A judge withdrew three sexual assault charges against former Mr. Universe Bijan Anjomi, 64, of Las Vegas, earlier this week. Anjomi was arrested in May after two women said he molested them.

On a recent press release from Anjomi’s legal counsel, he is quoted as saying: “I trusted God when these false accusations were brought upon me ... Now the world knows what I knew and expressed from the very beginning, I am innocent!”

This Las Vegan’s website, should you need to explore this matter further before rubbing shoulders with any Torontonians who’ve coughed up a lotta cash to fly out to see the Jays’ farm club ($663 round-trip on Continental if you book a May trip now) for a baseball game, is effortlessprosperity.com. How Vegas. Here’s what our untimely ambassador to Toronto, Mr. Anjomi, has to say about himself on his site: “My life is so peaceful. My relationships are all wonderful and holy. My health is flawless. My prosperity is joyful and effortless. Yet you will never find me telling anyone what to do!”

So we know that they have an Elvis priest running for office, and they know we’ve got a peace-loving and wrongfully accused molester absolutely not preying on their women. So far, so good. Go Jays!

But we can hope that Torontonians see beyond any shysterism and embrace the rich cultural similarities between our cities. For example, the CN Tower is visible from the Blue Jays’ baseball stadium, and looks an awful lot like the Stratosphere. A condo explosion has happened there recently—just like here!—and there’s a Trump International Hotel and Tower, a Ritz Carlton and a Four Seasons. Just like us.

Plus, they have an “artificial urban beach” called HTO Park, on Lake Ontario, designed by architects instead of nature, which we can respect. An urban beach, for the uninformed, is defined on Wikipedia as “a space that includes an intellectually, artistically or culturally sophisticated water feature that is also an aquatic play area, and is located within a culturally or artistically significant area of a city.” We have Mandalay Bay Beach, which practically makes us twin cities.

Torontonians also have a trendy cultural downtown neighborhood called Cabbagetown, which we absolutely need, strictly because of the name and regardless of any actual affiliation with vegetables. In fact, we probably should’ve worked out a package deal: With the Blue Jays should come a Cabbagetown, a collection of trendy Canadians to fill up our desperately hollow Downtown. Maybe we can at least call the section of Cashman behind third base Cabbagetown.

Toronto is a freezing-cold city (49 degrees Fahrenheit is the average temperature) of 2.2 million people, with the greater Toronto area weighing in at more than 5.5 million, nearly half of whom were not born in Canada. It draws more than 4 million tourists a year, has two Chinatowns, a Little Italy, a Little Portugal, a Greektown and a thriving gay community that pulls 1 million visitors to Gay Pride every year and is an international hub for the financial industry. Just like us.

And so it is that we reach out to Toronto. They understand Elvis and tourists, criminals and fake beaches, Trump towers and sophisticated politics. So we’ve got a good common foundation. May our crossed paths result in mutual adoration and edification.

Welcome, Blue Jays!