May 19 through May 30 really took the wind out of our sails. In one god awful 12-game streak, the season's hopes of contending were dashed. And our hopes for having a significantly improved season were dealt a powerful body blow and a kick to the head. But, like all good ultimate fighting mixed martial artists , the Royals are clawing their way back. If I may switch gears from no holds barred grappling to classic poetry, the Royals rebound reminds me of this stanza from William Ernest Henley's classic poem, "Invictus "
In the fell clutch of Circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
While the Royals haven't played as well after the streak as they played badly during the streak, things have improved.
Post losing streak - 10-8, 85 RS, 78 RA
Last 14 days - .277/.319/.466 (.785 OPS), 4.32 ERA
The above RS and RA work out to 4.7 RS per game and 4.3 RA per game. That is at the level of the 6th best RS team in the AL this year (NY Yankees) and the 7th best RA tam in the AL this year (Cleveland Indians). The .785 OPS would be good enough for third place in the AL currently. And the 4.32 ERA would be good enough for 9th in the AL right now.
And obviously, things are even better recently
Current winning streak - 5-0, 29 RS, 10 RA
Last 7 days - .282/.322/.477 (.789 OPS), 2.32
The point of this is not that the Royals are really a good team and that the 12-game losing streak was a complete aberration which should be ignored. But I think the team is better than we felt it was on the evening of May 30. They played fairly well before that streak (21-22) and they've played fairly well after that streak. Hopefully there is more good play to come as they make that long journey back to .500 (Lord hear our prayer).
Their fate is in their hands. I think they have the ability to get back to .500 as long as they have the will. All seasons contain some ugliness. No matter how bad it has been, improvements can always happen. In that vein, I will conclude with the final stanza from "Invictus"
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.