Am I the only person growing tired of the pandemonium that results from these walk-off wins?
Have the playoffs suddenly arrived whilst I wasn't looking? Call me a curmudgeon, if you must, but I really don't think a 3-2 win on a cold Thursday night should result in every Royal going apeshit, running around pinching and grabbing and fondling each other like they're at a Tailhook convention.
I'll never forget how my old coach used to shout, left cheek full of chewing tobacco and eyes bulging, after one of my great plays, "act like you've been in the end zone before, Stonewall!!" Actually I never had a coach, and never made great plays, mainly because such teams focused way too much on "talent" and "skill", but I would have liked to have had a coach that said that once in a while, and that's how I imagine things could have been. In any event, why can't Ned Yost be that dude? Yost is Old School, right? Why can't Yost get these guys to act like they've been in the end zone before?
Even the style points/act like a pro factor weren't relevant to all of this, I swear somebody's going to get injured with all these shenanigans. Just you watch, Frenchy is going to be playfully punching Butler and grab his belly or something and Butler is going to get pissed and try to execute a Billy Jack roundhouse and next thing you know we're going to have a Ken Harvey call-up to protect Eric Hosmer's service time. Is that any way to win to get to 95 wins this year?
I hereby petition Ned Yost for a moratorium on Mini-Plaza Parades after each Royals victory, or, in the lesser alternative, please tell Frenchy to keep his mitts off Billy's junk.