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Kansas City Royals – 2013

Well, the Kansas City Royals are on their way to Arizona in a few weeks, and of course their is yet again a reason of optimism. They actually “did something” this off season, and by now we all know about the big trade for James Shields and Wade Davis. This trade can be interpreted in essentially 2 ways:

1. Dayton Moore feels the Royals are ready to compete.

2. Dayton Moore is trying to save his ass.

This move reeks of another attempt by the Royals organization to grasp at straws in an attempt to “hope and pray” they win enough games to keep each other employed. For the fans, especially those who weren’t alive in 1985, it gives them hope that they will see a winning team in their lifetime. For the Royals sake, it really is a now or never season, because the talent they have moved through the minor leagues is here now.

This is the time for the Royals to nurture the next generation of Royals fans, before they lose another one still around to remember what it’s like to see a winning team on the field.


December 8, 2012. It is a sad state of affairs that this page didn’t get updated all of last year with any Royals information. It’s just as well, the team underachieved once again. The bad news is that the 2013 season doesn’t look much better. It’s pretty clear David Glass really has no intention of ever providing a winning baseball team here in Kansas City.

October 21, 2011. The season is over. The Royals did not make the playoffs. Again.

And that’s ok. Because for once, we see a team that has actual talent. Not just old, washed up, creaky knee talent, but actual people who can play. It’s amazing to think of the Kansas City Royals as a team that may be relevant again. Dayton Moore has built the Royals the same way they were built in the beginning: from the minor leagues on up. David Glass gets a lot of criticism in this town, but he has opened his wallet to build an organization the way Mr. Kauffman would have. Which means you promote from within. You believe in your own men. And you expect them to produce in the big time. If you really think about it, this thinking summarizes Mr. Kauffman’s life. He build his company. He worked hard. He expected a lot from his employees, his cities, and his ball club. Here’s hoping the Royals can fulfill his promise, which is that Kansas City will always have his team to root for.

July 8th, 2011. Well, here we are close to the All-Star break, and it seems that the Kansas City Royals are back to normal. Numerous Royals blogs may tell you that theoretically they still have a chance to climb back into things, but we all know there is no chance. We have reached the “shake your head and laugh” stage of the Royals grief pattern. We have been in denial for so long that at some point this is all you can do. You know it’s sad when all of baseball says we have the best minor league system in baseball, yet for some reason we still cannot win. Maybe the miracle starts next year. Or the year after.

But it’s almost as if Ewing Kauffman put a curse on this team. As in, I would rather my legacy be my foundation that helps people make it through their daily lives. We have all hung on to this hope that someday our team will make it back to the way it was, when Mr. Kauffman was alive. He saw this team as his civic duty: to provide Kansas Citians with something to root for.

Mr. K was a competitor. He wanted to always see his team win. But it’s possible that HIS victories were always more important than Royals victories.

May 1, 2011. So, the Kansas City Royals ended up the month of April over the .500 mark. This should be somewhat of a cause for celebration in the Kansas City area, since they are still mathematically alive to win the division. It would be interesting to see this town and how they would react if the Royals and the Chiefs end up good at the same time. It’s quite possible that instead of hell freezing over, a giant tornado would just wipe the Kansas City area off the map. You would have Kansan’s hugging Missourians, dogs and cats going for a carriage ride on the Plaza, and Gates aficionados holding hands with Bryant’s supporters.

We’ve seen the Kansas City Royals go through this rebuilding process before. Heck, when are they not rebuilding? It’s always interesting to see local talk radio jump on and off the bandwagon as often as Jason Whitlock grabbing a plate of short ends. Back in 2003, the Royals held a 7 game lead at the All-Star break, and Kevin Keitzman said something to the effect: “No way the Royals are going to blow this lead.” Which they did.

So Royals fans, beware. The minute Kevin Kietzman joins in and proclaims the Royals will be winners, it’s over.

April 1, 2011. Grandpa Thomas was the son of a Croatian immigrant who ended up in Kansas City because his father wanted a better life for his family. This is the same story that populated our country and provided the backbone and strong backs that built this country. Grandpa Thomas could speak English, but his native tongue was much more comfortable to him. He worked in the factories in Kansas City, and who knows what conversations occurred every day between the men on the line. Most likely it was about what guys usually talked about: politics, religion, sex, and sports. At that time, one sport was “the” sport: baseball. In the late 60′s, the Kansas City Royals came to town, and surely the talk on the line was of the Royals. This was a good time to talk about them; it didn’t take long for them to become a team that was good. But what does a Croatian immigrant know about baseball?

Grandpa Thomas had a garage and a radio. He had cardboard boxes to keep score, and the strength of his wits to know what to write down on those old beer boxes. He had a cold Hamms beer and a comfortable chair to listen to Denny Matthews talk about “his” team. Because the Kansas City Royals were his team. They were the team that allowed him to talk to the guys on the line and speak their language, which is a language that brought many people together and still does to this day: the language of baseball.

Balls and strikes, three up and three down, nine innings, peanuts and crackerjacks. And Grandpa Thomas got to listen to his team, and see his team on TV, and he became an American. Because without Grandpa Thomas and men like him, there would be no America.

This page is dedicated to Grandpa Thomas, and baseball, and America. And his radio, on a summer night, with his Hamms and his grandkids at his knee.

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