“So, my day. I was attending a mediation in West Virginia and this one was pretty much as pleasant as I’ve ever attended (and I’ve done hundreds). Everybody seemed to want to get this over with and there was a spirit of cooperation I don’t always see in my line of work.
But that’s not what made today so cool. After all, I get paid whether it’s difficult or easy and I love my job, even the difficult parts.
What made today really cool was how often people, when they found out I’m from Kansas City, said something to the effect of ‘Go Royals!’ The mediator said it. Opposing counsel said it. Even the plaintiff said it. The guy who checked me into my hotel said it as did the guy who sold me my pizza I took back to my hotel room to contentedly munch on while watching game three. The mediator said that he believed that every sports fan in the country, unless they have a legitimate rooting interest, were cheering for the Royals to win every game they played and I agree with him.
I know I’ve done my share of bitching about the Royals, about David Glass, Ned Yost and every manager that preceded him. I’ve complained bitterly about how they made a mockery of the game I love and the team I’ve loved since I was aware there was such a thing as sports.
But I tell you, this feels magical. It won’t make the 29 years of suck go away and I won’t forget them, but this is why I’ve maintained my love for them (even as I was disdainful as I could possibly be). Because being loyal pays off and I finally feel as if my loyalty is being rewarded.
Anyway, that’s how things are today for this traveling Royals fan. Enjoy the game Wednesday. Unfortunately, I’ll be on a plane home when they throw the first pitch, but with a little luck, I’ll be home in time for the clinch.”
Gavin, OTC email
GH: Gavin’s note pretty much sums up a lot of what many of us are experiencing this month with our Royals. We have suffered through so many dreary summers that led to somewhat hopeful Septembers that fizzled out into so many “maybe next years.” And then this happens. This glorious perfect seven-game postseason run that has not only captured loyal and not-so-loyal Royals fans but baseball fans everywhere. The country has been bitten by a Moose, goosed by a Zoom Squad and has made Yost toasts a nightly ritual. Oh, October. I hope you can tell how we have missed you!