Royals fan experiences postseason blues in new way

Kelvin Duley II

Kelvin Duley II

World Series, we have arrived!

I laugh out loud at the thought of the Kansas City Royals winning the American League Pennant and playing in the World Series.

Did you say World Series, my friend?

Indeed, I did.  

So you’re telling me, my hometown team, a team I’ve watched struggle for 20 years, a team that has been ridiculed by its fans and baseball, is playing in the World Series? I can’t believe it! If I’m dreaming, don’t pinch me. Allow me to dream, because this is the most beautiful dream I’ve ever dreamed in my life —the joy I get in watching the Royals celebrate in a champagne shower! The joy I get in watching the Royals talk World Series baseball on every sports network on television!

This moment is so much sweeter because I remember watching Royals games with my dad every spring and summer for the first 15 years of my life. We would go to games or sit on the couch and watch what we considered basement ball. We watched the Royals lose fans, superstars, and game after game.

Oh, wasn’t it tough being a Royals fan growing up?

But here’s the payoff pitch.

This group of Royals has made this moment feel like the gates beyond the clouds have opened up.

I see the light and I’m sprinting to it.

A battle it was with the Athletics, a sweeping of the Angels, and now the disappearing act of the Orioles. What do the Royals have in store for the grand finale?

I get goosebumps at the thought.

What I’m watching on television from the Royals is art.

It’s baseball and art at its finest.

We should call it blue-tiful artball.

From Mike Moustakas’s great over-the-rail catch to Lorenzo Cain’s multiple highlight catches in center field, to Alex Gordon’s wall-crashing grab, the Royals have created cap-tipping frenzy that no other defense can imitate.

From a collage of great plays, the Royals have pieced together a masterpiece worthy of a spot in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I can’t forget what has been a knockout of a bullpen in Kelvin Herrera, Wade Davis and Greg Holland.

These three guys have formally introduced themselves to America and are as deserving as the Royals defense to a spot in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

There should be a painting of a dark Kauffman Stadium, the lights off, with their three names floating, with a caption above saying “Lights Out.” That’s blue-tiful, if you ask me.

I find this even more remarkable.

The Royals have been able to celebrate all three series-clinching wins in beautiful Kauffman Stadium. And they’re undefeated. To go this far without losing a postseason game is an astonishing feat on its own.

Why stop now?

Let’s bring the brooms to San Francisco.

I’d rather not, though.

Let the royal fans of Kansas City witness history in person. Let’s play that final game in front of the best sports town in America, in front of the great folks who have traveled down this long journey of blue hell.

Tell me, how many Royals fans have come out of the woodwork most recently due to their team’s success?

Hell, if I care, there’s room on this bandwagon, hop on up.

The more Royal fans America sees cheering, the bluer my face turns. I’m waiting to exhale what seems to be my loudest of cheers.

Just recently I went to a homecoming party where someone cut the music and started this chant: “Let’s Go Royals,” followed by five rhythm claps. The joy it brought to my eyes to see a party full of drunken college students cheering on the Kansas City Royals in the midst of dancing like wild animals — it was probably the loudest the party had gotten all night.

I wonder what emotions Kansas City Royals super-fan Sungwoo Lee of Korea is going through right now. If you’re a die-hard Royals fan, you know who Sungwoo Lee is.

Whatever emotion he has, I’m pretty sure the whole city of Kansas City is sharing it with him.

Fortunately, Lee was alive to see the last Royals Championship, so I’m quite jealous. Lee was touted as the good luck charm for the Kansas City Royals this season.

Boy, hasn’t he held up his end of the bargain?

Hopefully, the luck of Lee hasn’t run out, because I want to see our Kansas City Royals bring home a World Series title.

First pitch of game four is set for 7 p.m. at AT&T Park. I’ll be watching. Blue-tiful!