What if I told you that one October could make 29 years worth the wait?
Sounds like the opening to the best 30 for 30 of all-time, right? Let me be clear, I am not a supporter of waiting 29 more years until the Royals make it back to the World Series, but as I sat and reflected on the best sports month of my life, I kept thinking that sans the ending, I wouldn’t trade the last month for anything. Here’s to everything that made my October unforgettable.
Here’s to the players and coaches who took us on this unbelievable ride. Thank you for representing Kansas City the way it deserves to be represented. Thank you for understanding the magnitude of this run and for making the fans feel like a part of the magic. You often reminded us that the energy we provided helped push you throughout the Postseason; thank you for providing the fuel.
Here’s to The K. The people who filed in brought their A-Game every single night, with broadcasters and fans of other teams alike commenting that they couldn’t remember a louder baseball stadium. You’ve never looked so beautiful than with the World Series logo painted on your grass, and with 40,000+ screaming fans in blue in your seats. The Giants may have survived Game 7, but they had to be scared coming back to The K. Let’s keep opponents fearing our home for years to come.
Here’s to Kansas City. While in San Francisco during Game 4, I saw the scene at Power and Light and thought to myself, “Man, I wish I was there.” I WISHED I WASN’T AT THE GAME. From the welcome that SungWoo got in August to the absolutely delirious rowdiness that you brought in October, you continue to make me proud to tell people I am from Kansas City. You are freaking rockstars, don’t ever change.
Here’s to my friends. I spent my high school years in Chicago and my college years in Pennsylvania, and thus, most of my close friends now are fans of other teams. When I dreamed of this magical run throughout the years, I have to admit, I imagined shoving it in all of your faces. Instead, I got supportive texts, phone calls, and emails. Instead, you rocked blue and cheered for the Royals. Instead, some of you drove or flew from Chicago to KC to be a part of the madness with me. You all root for the Cubs and White Sox and Phillies and Pirates and Twins during the season, and this October you rooted for the Royals. It was as if I was playing in the World Series myself. Your support was overwhelming and was truly one of the best parts of this Postseason.
(And thanks to that guy for the amazing photobomb)
Here’s to my mom and dad. 29 years ago you were at The K for Game 7 of the 1985 World Series. Being able to bring you both back to see playoff baseball meant the world to me. I will be forever grateful that we made memories together during this amazing run.
Here’s to all of the amazing people I met along the way, both during the season and in the postseason. It is a privilege to make new friends, especially those who share a common bond. Thank you for talking endless amounts of Royals with me. Thank you for taking me in and making me feel at home again in Kansas City. Thank you for being awesome. Please know that whenever you’re in New York you have a place to stay, and a free drink the next time I see you.
Finally, here’s to October. I no longer loathe you. I no longer disregard you. I no longer fear you. It’s no longer “goodbye, October”, it’s, “I’ll see you soon.”