Game 103 // Ninth Inning, Kansas City // Here Come the Royals

TOP OF THE NINTH: ROYALS 1 – (2) 4 BLUE JAYS

 

The two teams that rose, in 2015, from the ashes of two down decades. An ALCS for Toronto, a World Series win for Kansas City. And now, sinking down… down… by the law of averages, back to the bottom. Hopskotch jumping between last place and its closest neighbor—with the dream of 2015 a scrapbook piece for history.

But these Royals, these last few weeks. These last few wins. They onto something? Continue reading “Game 103 // Ninth Inning, Kansas City // Here Come the Royals”

Detroit Comerica Royals Tigers Hosmer

Game 84 // Ninth Inning, Detroit // The Great Royals’ Final Go

TOP OF THE NINTH: ROYALS 7 (2) – 4 TIGERS

 

They’re on the telecast, this last inning in Detroit, breathing a last gasp of hope for all the remaining audience: “And the Royals are saying, this game ain’t over!”
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Game 81 // Sixth Inning, Boston // The Royal Fenway Rally

TOP OF THE SIXTH: ROYALS 10 (2) – 4 RED SOX

 

The Royals, the royal, the kingly and queenly lineage of Mr. Tenenbaum, Real Madrid, RC Cola, the top poker flush of all, the Casino and the with-cheese—an e on the tail.

And Kansas City. The American Royal rodeo show. The heartland. The boys in blue, taking the field since ’69, running out before the fanatics, as the best attraction for miles, the show where there is no other, the thing to see and cheer and love and bemoan, the two-time champs, the defending champs, the George Brett, the Bo Jackson, the Hal McRae, the … …. [two-plus decades of joyless void]… … the Eric Hosmer, the Salvador Perez, the Lorenzo Cain. Continue reading “Game 81 // Sixth Inning, Boston // The Royal Fenway Rally”

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Game 63 // Eighth Inning, Kansas City // The Butcher Boy

BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: ROYALS 7 (0) – 2 INDIANS

 

Behind home plate at Kauffman Stadium are three words that I’m sure are the result of some great prank, pasted into the ad space on the backstop by a group of middle-school gigglers, paying homage to the gods of sophomoric genius:

“Steaks With Hos.”

Steaks with hoes?

If I’m reading it right, the sign is like a remixed reprinting of the centerpiece at the heart of Will Ferrell’s last great film, the takeaway theme song from Step Brothers, two 40-year-old fictional siblings aboard a stolen yacht, realizing their delayed dreams of hip-hop stardom. Continue reading “Game 63 // Eighth Inning, Kansas City // The Butcher Boy”

Game 45 // Ninth Inning, Kansas City // Royals Rally, Rally, Rally, Rally

BOTTOM OF THE NINTH: WHITE SOX 7 – (1) 8 ROYALS

 

A tale of two images. Heaven flipped into hell. A win into a loss. Agony. The innocence of childhood sports fandom gone. Disbelief. Hawk Harrelson in the White Sox’ TV booth near tears. Likely punching a hole in the press-box wall. Screaming. Vomiting. Exasperated. A minutes-long bleep of censored profanity. To channel my college professors, what the Greeks called peripeteia: a sudden turn of events or unexpected reversal of circumstances. Continue reading “Game 45 // Ninth Inning, Kansas City // Royals Rally, Rally, Rally, Rally”

Game 25 // Ninth Inning, K.C. // The Moose Is Loose

BOTTOM OF THE NINTH: ROYALS 7 (4) – 6 NATIONALS

 

It’s that Royals small-ball again. They did it to the Astros. Did it to the Blue Jays. Did it, for a trophy, to the Mets. Did it to the whole American League for two years running. And now, against the Nationals, they’re looking to do it again. Sending a message across the way in this potential World Series matchup, that when Kansas City is down, they’re not out; when they’ve got two strikes, there won’t be a third; when they’re in second place, they’ll come storming back out of it.

Watch out Washington. And watch out White Sox. The Royals, well, Continue reading “Game 25 // Ninth Inning, K.C. // The Moose Is Loose”

Game 1 // Sixth Inning, Kansas City // “And they just keep moving the line!”

TOP OF THE SIXTH: 2-0 Royals

We start tonight in Kansas City at the Gold Chain Olympics, where Edinson Volquez goes for the strikeout and Yoenis Cespedes goes for base hit, both locked in the (clearly) more important contest of rocking the largest, weightiest, gaudiest, goldest chain on the baseball diamond. (Both end up falling a distant second place to Michael Johnson’s gold piece in the 1996 Atlanta Olympics, the king of the Gold Chain Athletic Pantheon)

This moment is key, as we’re in that middle-innings part of the game where Continue reading “Game 1 // Sixth Inning, Kansas City // “And they just keep moving the line!””