Here's a little excerpt from a post on my blog I just started a week or two ago (www.hometownhopeful.wordpress.com... shameless plug but I need it). Thought you guys might enjoy it more, since most of my readers have been my dads family in St. Louis... the best fans in baseball, I know, I should be grateful that they are gracing my blog with their presence.
Give me a warm summer night at The K. Give me the bottom of the 9th, bases juiced, down 1 with Hosmer at the plate. Give me a swinging bullpen door, flames lining the field and Soria taking the mound. Give me a 68 MPH curve followed by those all too unfamiliar victory lyrics, "Kansas Citaay! Kansas City here I come... a ya ya." Give me a highlight on Baseball Tonight to make my drowsiness worth it. Give me a reason to keep staying home at night, turning to FSNKC and suffering right along with Billy and the boys. Give me the pop of the mitt, the brilliance of the backwards K and the possibilities of a well-struck ball. Give me Carlos gliding in Center, Esky's glove up the middle and Greinke grinding on the hill. Don't give me Juan Gonzalez, Jose Guillen or Kyle Farnsworth. Give me some backup for every time I wear my Royals jersey in an opposing park. Give me a bottom line worth following- "Did the Twins win? So were still up a game?" Give me "Friends in Low Places", the Kiss Cam and the Hot Dog Race. Give me Willie on the bases, Howser on the bench and Brett in the box. Give me that Spring Training feeling- "Hoch really finished strong... Gordon figured things out... Hosmer might get some MVP votes", talking myself into the notion that this October will actually matter. Give me 1985, an electric Kauffman Stadium and a Plaza Parade with no room left. Give me no seats left, no room to walk and no reason to leave the K. Give me that feeling... I don't know what it is, but you know what I'm talking about, Santa. That feeling that most fans get at some point, that last out of a playoff game. That feeling I have never had.