For the first time ever, I only attended one Royals game last season. I waited into August to go, and only because of suite tickets. I just felt so let down by the "Our Time" debacle and the late spring yearly collapse that I gave up. I stopped following the team for the most part, felt like I was actually moving on, and thought I'd had this winter. But here I am.
I'm 23 years old, I've seen one winning season and no playoff appearances. I grew up during the Yankees dynasty, watching all my young naive friends celebrating those titles while I continued trucking on in a Royal Blue hat. I've questioned my commitment to the team yearly since at least 2006 yet forged ahead every year, thinking that we had an outside change of even finishing at .500.
Every opening day, I get this same funny butterfly feeling in my gut, and it feels stronger this year. Noticed in the other day while listening between classes. I want this team to win, I want to see success more now than ever. I can't not love this team. I could have walked away long ago but I didn't, so I'm in for the long haul now. Please oh please oh please just give me an ounce of success for these tired eyes.