The night before last, the team looked like a group of players willing to go with Seitzer's program, such as it is. I even gained the distinct impression that Yuni has a man-crush on "Seitz" as the camera continued to show him grinning and leering at Ole Seitz like a little school girl in between pitches. Hey, whatever works. Obviously, a reasonable Royals fan cannot expect 14 runs and 18 hits worth of output every night, but it was heartening to see a seeming strategy employed by the Royals hitters, up and down the lineup.
Last night? Not so much. Those are the Royals we have come to rightly expect a dead-last place-in-the-entire-MLB finish from. Wild swings at anything that moved. No concept of the strike zone or an opposite field swing or hit. No loving glances in Seitz's direction, except, seemingly, in the middle of a number of pitches. What we saw last night was a team resting on the laurels of a decent game the night before. "What the hell, we won last night and secured the non-sweep, let's swing away, just like old times!"
The Royals are a gang of Karate white-belts: they seem able to initially maintain the correct form and at least go through the called-for motions, but not for very long. Not enough muscle memory, not enough self-discipline, and, occasional ogles aside, not enough respect for their Sensei.
It's pretty hard to be a half-assed white belt in Karate, but the Royals are proving they are more than capable of this feat.