Kansas City Royals: Saying Goodbye

My baseball savvy friends in Colorado watched me with cautious optimism as they tried to keep me from getting my hopes too high on the coming season.

The Royals had made the World Series and the odds of them getting right back seemed, in hindsight and rationally, very improbable. But I was convinced there was unfinished business.

2015 was an absolute joy from start to finish. My friends and family may say otherwise as my constant tirades on social media were less than enthusiastic or optimistic. Through all of that, something still just felt different.

The Royals had made the World Series and the odds of them getting right back seemed very improbable. But I was convinced there was unfinished business.

As the playoffs drew near, and the Royals locked up the American League Cental, I could feel that tension in my gut stirring up again. Like clockwork, days grew shorter, leaves began to change colors and fall, and that feeling of Royals’ baseball was in the air.

Entering the 2015 postseason, I told myself it could never be as special as 2014. 2014 was so unexpected and everything was essentially gravy after just making the playoffs. I again, was wrong.

The Royals again put me through the wringer in terms of my nerves and consuming my whole day throughout October. They fell behind, they came back, they won, time after time after time. They hoisted the trophy and again, I cried.