Painful Indeed

It's another dismal outlook for the Royals this year. I still wear my hat and I actually was at the game sunday despite the bleak weather forecast...and well, the tickets were free.

No one wants to live in a town where the teams are composed half-assed and patched together with some metaphoric duct tape and chewing gum like a bomb made by McGyver if he was actually living in reality. Let's face it, all those bombs would be duds. And so it is; the Kansas City Royals blow. They don't blow up, they just blow. Like tumble weeds or a dropped receipt from McDonalds that didn't quite get grabbed by the driver at the drive-thru window as it was being handed by the drive-thru "technician".

With those thoughts in mind, you should read this article which I found mildly entertaining and somewhat painful to read. Who really wants to admit that their home team, the one they've been faithful to through thick and thin since childhood, has no glimmer of hope? Not I, friends. Not I.