I feel like a child at Christmas time. No, really. My jersey is freshly cleaned (thanks to nagging by myself and my dad to finally get my mom to do it 4 months after I initially asked). I've got high hopes for a good set of gifts under the Christmas tree. I've got my KC Royals PJ bottoms on inside out, much like children hoping for a snow day, praying that this will somehow bring us to a hay-day win of 59-0. Or something around the lines of beating the Red Sox tomorrow. How long has it been since KC won their home opener?
Too long in my opinion. And if we win, I'll keep wearing my PJs inside out to harbor good luck (because we all have learned from over the years that you don't mess with a winning streak...even if it means wearing your PJs inside out).
Happy baseball to you all. I'll be thinking of you guys as I sit in my car, driving to Lee's Summit for class...and during the entirety of my class, wearing one of my t shirts (the jersey is being saved for this weekend) and updating the internet on my phone every 10 minutes for the score. I'll be thinking of you guys as I sit in the 2 year old classroom at work.
Maybe you'll run into my dad, who knows. 3rd base side. Depending on the weather, he'll be working something cold like malts or peanuts. And as long as there isn't sun and his hands aren't sweaty, he won't give you a shitty outfielder excuse for hitting your kid in the face with the bag of peanuts (the sun was in my eyes, i couldn't see the ball, it slipped out of my hands, etc).
Here's to another great season of Royals Review (and a new BOD/SKOD tomorrow!)