As I write this, the Royals are losing 4-0 to the Cardinals. Yesterday, they lost by 1,337 runs. It wasn't pretty. And as I type, watching the venerable Francisley Bueno give up a hard-struck single to right field, I can't help but wonder that this season is becoming a lost cause. It's probably just the mild onset of depression over tilting at this proverbial windmill day in and day out. Even when they won 7 of 9 you never really felt that they had turned a corner or saw improvement. Really, you just felt like they were getting insanely lucky. And you'd be right about that.
Eric Hosmer's average is permanently affixed at a value less than .220. Mike Moustakas is slipping since opening the season well. The only offensive rallying points have been Billy Butler's newfound sense of dong-hanging and Alex Gordon's continued ability to get on base.
"Up the middle past Betancourt." They've literally had to say this five times today. But, you know, Process.
The Royals are doing some silly organizational things. Roman Colon, Francisley Bueno, Yuniesky Betancourt, carrying three catchers. As much as this is a product of Dayton Moore, the implementation of such players is the responsibility of one Edgar Frederick Yost III.
It's a pretty simple question, with some well-defined perameters. Yost's contract is up after the 2013 season. However, Betancourt. He's supposedly good at molding young players. But, Hosmer. He's a former catcher, so he understands the pitching game. Though, Mijares. A team slogan that purported this as the breakout season is headed towards a 31-38 record. Bunting. Hit and run. Playing the matchups. Boom Yosted.