Here's to that dream season...
I know nothing about baseball. I played youth softball a few years, but my sports have always been soccer and tennis. I don't even really like baseball all that much. It's very slow, very drawn out, and tedious. I do, however, love my team, the Kansas City Royals. Let me put it this way: if I turned the tv on and saw a Yankees vs. Red Sox game on, I'd change it. But I will race home and cancel evening plans if it means I can catch the first pitch of the Royals vs. Rockies, vs. whoever game.
We moved to Kansas City when I was a little girl and Royals games have always been just something to do. Just that, because they've never been very good. Games when I was little were unremarkable. They were most often class trips, girl scout trips, and ways for my mother to tire me out. Our big beautiful stadium, The K, is a sight to see and I often found my young self staring at and thinking about the lights at the top of the crown that holds the video board. Now as I grew, Royals day games were an excuse to skip school. Cheap tickets, cheap food, and cheap seats made for some unforgettable times with friends. We went to games for fun, with each other. The team was mostly losing, so that was the main draw.
2014 was magical. The Royals were coming off almost making the playoffs in 2013. The season, like baseball in general, was long and wearing and up and down, and then suddenly we were in the running to make it? And I was so lucky to be there for one of our pivotal playoff run games. Thanks to my lovely and beautiful and wonderful and favorite member of Royals' KCrew, Sami, my mom and I got to sit in the owner's seats (I know!) for a game. And it was amazing. It was Irish Heritage night, the K looked beautiful, the game was a come from behind win, and it really turned the tail of our season around to getting us, the Kansas City Royals, of whom had missed out on the playoffs and World Series for 29 years, to being the (proud, imo) World Series 2014 losers. Amazing.
