That’s what a presenter in the meetings I was in this week said helped us get through the financial crisis: we were all working with a common purpose. It brings people together, changes beliefs, and makes the world a different place. That’s how I feel about the success that the Royals had this year. Now everyone who knows me knows I could give a monkey’s rump about baseball. Hockey and football are my sports (Go Packers!) but ever since we moved to Kansas City, there has been this simmering excitement about the Royals – apparently the first incarnation of the club to have that effect in nearly 30 years.
They had a relatively good season and apparently toward the end of the summer, it started to look like things could go somewhere. We even got to go to a game (where they beat the SF Giants believe it or not) and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Then just over a month ago, they let first place slip away and had to battle to make the post season. That led to an amazing wild card game. Then another round of playoff games. Then the division championship. And all of a sudden, they were in the world series.
Now I it is true that I am new to this town and it is true that I haven’t always paid attention to general sports attitudes but I don’t recall ever seeing a reaction to a sports team quite like this. It was October and Kansas City was still playing baseball – unheard of. People started getting crazy and the more the Royals won, the crazier they got. This city of fountains was running with blue water everywhere. There was a different feel to things. Casual conversations inevitably led to baseball. Is there anything Lorenzo Cain couldn’t catch? Is there a deeper bullpen in the league? Could we break the “Giants dynasty”? Even general greetings tended to include the phrase “Go Royals”. The Fed Ex delivery woman dropped off a package, wished me a blessed day and closed with “Go Royals”. It was on the front of buses, lit up on the side of buildings, and worn on bright blue clothing all over town.
And we watched baseball. I have now seen more baseball in two months than I did in the 49 years before that. We watched in agony when they lost, we were jubilant when they won. Yoga classes were cancelled on game nights. Night school classes were cancelled on game nights. The night they made it to the world series, church bells rang. (Not a metaphor – I was in class at Rockhurst University, a local Catholic college, and they rang the cathedral bells when the last game of the ALCS was done.)
The local paper ran colorful headlines (most of which were hanging in the window of my colleague’s office – a long time Royals fan) Feel free to make jokes about small town press as you will. But the town was jubilant. Even my work joined in: we had a fund raiser for United Way – $10 bought you the right to wear jeans and Royals gear last Friday during the series We raised over $6000 which meant more than half the place participated – including our president and first vice president. We held executive briefings in Royals t-shirts and lounged in the cafeteria in tennis shoes. And everywhere the call “Go Royals” could be heard.
The games were up and down but then it was game 7. The scrappy team from that “Flyover State” had taken the mighty Giants to the final game. And they battled and they fought.
And they lost. When the dust settled, the magic run was over and they were not the champs. And still the fans applauded. And still the odd fireworks were shot off. And although there was no mistaking the disappointment and pain, instead of rioting or setting things on fire, the fans thanked the players for the magical season and started speculating on who would be back for next year’s roster. And the front page of the local paper was properly respectful: just because we didn’t #TakeTheCrown, it doesn’t mean we lost.
I have never seen such common bonding and general geniality over sports like I have here and it is one more thing I love about my new home town. I still can’t say that I’m a baseball fan. I can say that I’m a Kansas City and Royals fan.