Dear Royals,

By the time you read this, I will be gone. This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. Hard because we have been together for so long. I can remember listening to you on the radio on those lazy summer days as a boy. I remember looking deep into your George Brett swing – I was in love! I still recall when your Bo Jackson would break his bat over his knee after a strikeout. Oh, how my heart would flutter! This is so hard because I have to finally face the fact that the magic is gone from our relationship.

I'm telling you all of this because I think it would be best if I followed other teams. This just isn't working for me any more. I wanted to believe you when you said things would be different. You said that Dayton Moore would put an end to the losing and bring back the former glory that we once had. But let's face facts – it just isn't happening. Don't ask me to tell you where you went wrong because I don't really know for sure. It was a lot of little things, I guess. The Jose Guillen signing. The Jeff Francoeur extension. 2/$13.5MM?? You made me cry myself to sleep that night. It was how you gave away the core of the only winning team we'd had in years after 2003. It was when you brought Yuni back for a second time, even though everyone around me kept pointing out how badly he sucked. This Guthrie 3/25 signing is the last straw for me. It just shows me that you don't really want to change. You don't want to get better.

It's time to stop kidding ourselves, we just aren't right for each other. We haven't been in the playoffs for 27 years, for God sake! I'm a man, I have needs. You just aren't filling those needs and you haven't been for a long time. I don't want things to be bitter in our parting. I still care about you and I hope you find happiness with another fan. Please don't try to find me, and don't look for me in the stands of your stadium. You won't see me there any more.

Heartbroken,

Goldnboy