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Official Game Thread - Game X - The Tigers of Detroit Versus The Royals of Kansas City

Danny Duffy: Renaissance Man  (Photo by Thearon W. Henderson/Getty Images)
Danny Duffy: Renaissance Man (Photo by Thearon W. Henderson/Getty Images)
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As they always do before Danny Duffy's starts, the Royals trekked out to Ned Yost's massive pottery studio at his estate, The Whitetail. Duffy, the quiet renaissance man on the staff, never feels more at home than when at the wheel, throwing pots with a focus unmatched by his teammates.

While most would assume that young Daniel's initial draw to the medium was formed by an early exposure to a well-known steamy scene at the potter's wheel from a certain Demi Moore/Patrick Swayze star-vehicle, the southpaw (who throws pots in the traditional, righty-favored form) has not seen the film--his seriousness for the art form not allowing for him to take in any depiction of pottery in anything but its purest form. His teammates have assuaged any fears of a prejudice against either of the romantic leads of the 1990 film, assuring all who ask that Duffy mourned Swayze's passing as sincerely as the rest of the nation--going so far as to donate a month's pay to fighting pancreatic cancer--and that he regularly tries to get his teammates to sit down to watch The Crucible with him despite having only been taken up on the offer by vocal Arthur Miller fan Everett Teaford.

As Duffy and his fellow Royals left the pottery studio, a look of calm determination appeared to have set in on all of their faces. With their pots (and a mug, which Mitch Maier had crafted for his mother's upcoming birthday) in the kiln, the satisfaction of having created something from a mass of clay is palpable. Eric Hosmer and Mike Moustakas quietly nod at one another and rush to pat their spiritual leader on the shoulder, acknowledging that Duffy does know what's best to keep them at peace.

It is with this peace in their hearts that they head back onto the field to face the Tigers, a team lacking an artist like Duffy but armed with a crass hurler who relies on brutish velocity and base filth to try to best his opponents. Even if Duffy were to fall in defeat to the Tigers' Verlander, his spirit will not flag.