I'm sure you've heard this before, but you're something special. I think it's safe to say that, other than Ricky Kreider & maybe those Duke cousins, you're my first crush. There's something about that powder blue that just makes me blush.
Maybe it's because you've been a constant in my life. When other things fade in and out, the Royals are still there. And so are the fans.
That's one of the things I love about it all. It's just a given. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, we're still fans.
It's been a bit of a dry spell, but that's okay. Even if that old codger doesn't get to put up a W tonight, it will still be okay. I'll still love you. And so will most of the Midwest. Because it's not the winning or losing that keeps us, but the idea that you're our team. You're the Royals.
I remember watching the last game of the 1985 World Series as a kid. It was the first time I cried happy tears & I thought to myself "What is wrong with me?" Seeing George Brett & Bret Saberhagen jump into that big hug was almost more than my little 8 year old heart could handle.
It was wonderful.
But so it is every time I go to Kauffman, whether it's a win or a lose. I always feel at home. Like I'm hanging out with 37,902 of my best friends.
Is it like that at other stadiums?
I don't know. I just know I love being there. I love the people on the field, in the stands, in the pressbox, and sometimes in the fountains. Oh, and I love the bolts in the CrownVision/JumboTron. See...there's Gaskell in that stadium! ;-)
So, I just wanted to say thank you, Royals. Thank you for being a part of Kansas City and the surrounding areas. Thank you for being a part of my life.
Whatever happens tonight....thank you. I'll gladly wait another 29 years if I have to and I'm sure I'm not the only one that would agree.
Now, go beat those Oakland As! ;-)
Me (the girl who let George Brett eat the M&Ms out of her lunchbox in January 1985)