Showing posts with label royals. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 12, 2015

sunday september 27th: a day that needs to happen ...

“Why not think about things to come,
And not about the things that you’ve done?
If your life was bad to you?
Well just think what tomorrow will do!

So don’t stop thinking about tomorrow!
Don’t stop – it’ll soon be here!
It’ll be here!  Better than before!
Yesterday’s gone!  Yesterday’s gone!!! …”

-- “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac, which given the (predictable yet) game-changing, at least four bleeping years overdue, declaration of a Presidential campaign announced this afternoon?

Seems perfectly appropriate for today’s theme ...

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So, the preseason opponents – and the week we will face them – have been released for the Chiefs.

Week One, the Chiefs will play at the Arizona “Super” Cardinals, most probably on Saturday, August 15th.  The preseason home opener* is set for Week Two against the Seattle Seahawks, most probably on Saturday, August 22nd.  Week Three the Chiefs host the Tennessee Titans, most probably on Saturday, August 29th.  And the preseason mercifully closes (after four vomit-inducing glorified scrimmages that constitute 2/9th of my season ticket payment this year) with a trip for quite probably the final time across the state, to face the Rams, most likely on Thursday, September 3rd.

So the Chiefs are home for preseason weeks two and three.  Woo.  Freaking.  Hoo.

Why, you ask, do I care so much about when the Chiefs host a preseason game?  For three reasons:

(1) So I can b*tch once again that I either have to eat the cost of my ticket, or miss my favorite NASCAR race of the season (the night race at Bristol).  Thanks again, NFL scheduling gurus, for forcing me to make that choice.

(2) Because you never, ever, ever, want to host the last preseason home game.  It’s always on a Thursday night (occasionally a Friday).  Nobody guaranteed to make the final roster will even be dressed.  It’s a blatant, pathetic cash grab by the NFL against us, it’s loyal paying customers, and it enrages me every year.

But most importantly, because

(3) Is a Double Header Day a possibility?

For the 2015 preseason, the answer once again is “no”.  The Royals are out of town both weekends the Chiefs will host a game.

And that truly disgusts me.  Because Double Header Day should be the best day of the summer.  Quite frankly, it’s usually my favorite day of the year, those exceedingly rare times it occurs.

It used to happen every year.  It hasn’t been scheduled to occur in August since 2003 (the results of which can be read here).  It hasn’t happened at all since September 13, 2010, when the Royals hosted the A’s, and the Chiefs gave us Tuesday Morning Football against the San Diego “Blooper” Chargers – a 9pm start for the Monday Nighter that jump-started an amazing 2010 season.

So once again, we have to rely on the NFL regular season schedule gurus, to grant us this day.

Here’s my proposal, on how to make it happen**.

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(*: if you’re laying odds on a float trip weekend?  Lay heavily on the last two weekends in August.  Where would you rather spend a 102 degree sunny Saturday – watching a glorified scrimmage, or getting buzzed and baked on a river?  Yeah, me too.)

(**: the 2015 season is also the first season since 2009, that the Chiefs could play at home on my birthday.  That’s my primary scheduling wish – oakland at Kansas City, January 3, 2016.  But anytime I can lobby for a Double Header Day?  I’m going to do it.)

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First, before unveiling this proposal, let me point out, that Joel Thorman of Arrowhead Pride is also openly lobbying the NFL scheduling gods, to make this day happen.  I mean, I may be deserving of a room in the nuthouse, but when the best Chiefs blogger of all time is not only agreeing with me on how awesome Double Header Day is, but is using his SB Nation site to argue for it to happen?

Well, I guess if we weren’t all crazy, we’d all go insane, as the great Jimmy Buffett would note.

Having gotten that out of the way, the next question that has to be asked: is a Double Header Day even possible in September?  Is there any day the Chiefs could host a game, when the Royals are also scheduled to play at Kauffman?  (Because let’s be honest – the Royals schedule is what determines if this is possible, not the Chiefs.)

The answer?  Yes.  There are two possibilities.

Both are intriguing.

One far, far, far more so than the other …

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Thursday, September 24th, and Sunday, September 27th.  Those are the two days on the Royals schedule, where they’re slated to be at home, that the Chiefs could also be scheduled to play at home.  (There are two Mondays – the 21st and the 28th – that are scheduled off days for the Royals.  So a rain-out make-up date could also be in play … but for this post, I’m looking only at guaranteed Royals home games.)

The Chiefs could host the Thursday Nighter in Week Three.  The Royals host the Mariners that day, in what could be a gigantic game for both squads, ten days before the end of the regular season.  The Chiefs have been on the road for both of their now annual Thursday nighters so far, traveling to Philly and “The Ass Crack of America” (aka oakland), the last two years.  It would make sense to allow the Chiefs to host the Thursday nighter this year, and I’d expect that to happen.

But is this really the best option for a Double Header Day?  I mean, would you rather it occur on a Thursday, have to burn through two PTO days, and start the weekend hung over and lethargic, needing a day or two to recover***?  Yeah, me neither.

That’s why Sunday, September 27th, is the day this thing needs to occur.  The Royals host the Indians that day – another potentially gigantic game for both squads, on the next to last Sunday of the season.  That is also the Royals home finale for the regular season, barring rain-outs and/or other needed make-up games.

A game of potentially significance for the defending AL Champions.  Against the Indians.

Move that up an hour to noon, throw the Chiefs and a meaningful opponent (say, the Steelers, or broncos) into that Sunday night slot, and done and done, Double Header Day solved.  That's the obvious choice, right?  (penny voice) Right!

But what if the NFL chose to think ... OUTSIDE the box?

What if the prime time game ... is hosted by the Royals?

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(***: believe it or not, I still do not get hangovers.  I’m a solid two decade plus grizzled veteran of the drinking process, and I still do not get hangovers.  I can drink all day until well after midnight, and I’m wide awake and ready to go by 8am.  Anyone who has ever been on a float trip with me, or seen me the morning after a Chiefs prime time game, knows that what I just said, is 100% factually true.  Most people would say that’s a blessing.  I’m beginning to think it’s a curse.)

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What if, instead of a Royals early game and a Chiefs prime time game, the Chiefs instead host the game at noon, and the Royals get moved into the ESPN Sunday Night Baseball slot instead?  (ESPN pulls the Sunday Nighter from early June on, a week or so in advance – “flex scheduling”, if you will.)

For those of you who argue a Sunday night Royals game against the Indians late in the season isn’t important?  I’d remind you of last year, when the Royals / Indians were flexed into the Sunday night slot on the last day of August … and the game was suspended in extra innings when the skies opened up.

If the Royals had won the conclusion of that game a few weeks later?  (They lost 3-4, to open the final week of the regular season.)

They’d have tied for the AL Central championship.

Oh, and that late season Sunday nighter?

Was scheduled for a 1pm first pitch, less than two weeks, before getting moved to prime time.

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A few other added benefits of the Chiefs playing the early game:

* with the Royals first up, the gates open at the earliest, at 9am.  With the Chiefs first up?  Gates open at 7:30 … and us folks who get the early-in pass every week, can get the fun started at 6:30.  I mean, holy crap, what a day this could be!  It’d last just as long as a typical Double Header Day (until at least 11pm-ish, at least), but it’d start three hours earlier!  What’s not to love!

* with the Chiefs first up?  The parking nazis have no true incentive to clear everybody out, since far, far, far more people will be showing up for the Chiefs game, than the Royals.  Also, it’d be far easier to sell an “all day” pass, with the larger crowd in the first slot.

* and with the Chiefs first up?  You aren’t limiting who the opponent can be.

And you’re creating one potentially epic, epic day, for two cities – only one of which, is epic.

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What made that 2003 Double Header Day so awesome, is that the Royals hosted the Twins, and the Chiefs hosted the Vikings.  It made for a spectacular afternoon for two different cities, two different fandoms.

Twelve years, one month, and a few odd days later, it’s time to replicate that incredible afternoon.  The Royals host the Indians.

Why not have the Chiefs, host the Browns, on September 27th?

I love this idea for so many reasons, such as:

* it’s Dwayne Bowe’s return … and there’s at least a 50/50 shot he’ll be only the fourth visiting player, I’ve ever cheered for during introductions**** / *****. 

* it’s a very, very winnable game for the Chiefs, and could be a nice springboard into our longest month of the season (four games, plus traveling across the pond the last week, to play Detroit in London on November 1st). 

* it creates a two-city day-long celebration of sports. 

* it lets the Royals close out the home schedule in prime time – and with a little luck, might be a playoff clinching night to boot.

* and it sets up one helluva finish to the summer, one last epic day, before fall arrives, and the weather changes for the worse.  A last awesome summer day, spent with great friends that are more like family, great fans that have spent thirty years waiting for greatness to return to this city ... and that there's at least a puncher's chance, will see 2015 finally be the first year ever both the Royals and Chiefs reach the postseason in the same year.  A day long party to end the summer right.  What could possibly be better?

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(****: the four?  Neil Smith (and I still feel dirty for cheering for a donkey), Emmitt Smith (no apologies), and my favorite player of all time, Chadwick Pennington (I should offer them, but again, no apologies).  I also have cheered one visiting coach – Herman Edwards.

And I suppose, if you want to get technical, I did cheer john elway once ... as he was being carted around the lower bowl, lost with an injury, and that brave cart driver took him the long way to the tunnel, to give Arrowhead Nation a chance, to express our feelings about mr. elway, directly to his helmet.  I will go to my grave arguing whoever drove the cart that day, should be in the Ring of Honor, and a special honor designation should be in the team Hall of Fame over there in section 123, in honor of his brave, heroic service that miserable December day in 1994.)

(*****: my only complaint about the Chiefs offseason so far, is releasing D Bowe.  I think this was a mistake that is going to bite us in the ass.  I know I'm in the minority, but I believe this is a mistake that is going to bite us in the ass.) 

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One final note on this proposal, which I freely admit is probably a crack-pipe dream, but whatever.

For those of you who will argue “there’s no way this could happen – the Chiefs would have to be the prime time game, Stevo!”?

I give you the greatest day of sports this fine metropolitan area has ever seen occur.

Sunday, October 27, 1985.

The Chiefs got pole-axed by satan’s squad 10-30 that afternoon.

By 10:15pm that evening?  All anyone cared about, all that mattered?

Was that the Royals had outscored the Chiefs by one, winning Game Seven of the World Series 11-0.

The greatest sports day in this city, in my living existence, and I turn 39 the day of the Chiefs regular season finale this upcoming season.

Thirty years later, gang?  I want history to repeat itself.

Chiefs / Browns at noon.  Royals / Indians at 7.  Hell, my friend Cooksey (she's a huge Cleveland fan) might even have to make the trip in, for a day like that!

Two games.  Two cities.  Two sports.  One sports complex.


And one helluva day, from sunrise, to long after sunset.

As this site's Voice of Reason has noted before, for the cameras of Channel 9 for Double Header Day 1999: "it's a long day, but it's definitely worth it! ..."

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

stevo's favorite team-o-meter

"I took two weeks vacation
For the honeymoon.
A couple tickets, all inclusive
Down in Cancun.

I couldn't get my money back,
So I'm in Seat 7A.
(Pause).
I'm getting drunk on a plane!

I bet the fella on the aisle
Thought I was crazy,
Because I taped your picture to the seatback
Right beside me.

Now I've got empty mini-bottles
Filling both our trays.
(Pause).
I'm getting drunk on a plane!

Buying drinks for everybody,
But the pilot -- it's a party!
Got the Seven Thirty Seven?
Rockin' like a G6!

Stewardess is something sexy!
Leanin', pourin' Coke and whiskey!
Told her 'bout my condition;
Got a lil' mile high flight attention!

It's Mardi Gras!
Up in the clouds!
I'm up so high?
I may never come down!

I'll try anything
To drown out the pain!
They all know why
I'm getting drunk on a plane!"

-- "Drunk On a Plane" by Dierks Bentley.  What?  I like the song, dammit!

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Allow me to apologize up front for the fact that this is only the second post of the year.  In my defense, my professional life has been swamped.  Also, there may or may not be a “Fake Mailbag” just about done, to post in the next few days, and those always take me a bit of time to compose.

(Pause).

Fine, there is a “Fake Mailbag” just about done.  It’s one of the “fake questions” from you “real readers”, that inspires tonight’s post, as the response was too long to shove into a larger post.

* “Where do the 2014 Royals rank on the Stevo Favorite Team-o-Meter?” – Jasson W, Shawnee.

Well I’m glad you asked sir!  Because I have given this some thought.  And so, I figured I’d post my 27 favorite teams / seasons of all time.

There are only two caveats to this listing:

(1) The season has to matter, not a single event.  For instance, Kenny Brack winning the Indy 500 in 1999 is still my favorite moment in Indy history.  But outside of the 500, Mr. Brack did not have a great 1999 season, so it isn’t included.  Ditto Phil Mickelson winning the 2010 Masters (which was one of the funnest Sunday of my last six, seven years).  The Masters was the only (hootie johnson voice) toonumunt Phil won that year.  His 2010 season ain’t making this list.

And

(2) The number one team in this ranking is locked in, save for one potential future team.  And sadly, the number one team on this list cannot be knocked out of its perch in the 2015 calendar year, and it’s highly unlikely to be knocked out in the 2016 calendar year, as well.

For the record, 2 of the picks, are from NASCAR, and none are from the PGA Tour.  The one honorable mention, is from IndyCar.  The other 25 pull from the Major Four sports, at either the collegiate or professional level.

Let’s do this.

* HM: 2005 Dan Wheldon (IRL).

Results: 2005 Indy 500 Champion (note: this is a biggie with me, and if you want to start shouting “f*cking hypocrite!” at me right now for claiming this post emphasizes the entirety of a season, versus a moment of said season, feel free … but you’d be wrong, as much as you’d be right), 2005 IRL Champion. 

Reason: the single most dominant open wheel season of my lifetime.  Dan Wheldon won 6 of the 17 IRL events staged in 2005 (which was the first year the IRL had road course tracks).  He won 4 of the first 5, on every type of track used – a NASCAR sanctioned oval, a street race, and a traditional road course.  The points race was effectively over after Indy … and there were still 12 races to go!

And oh yeah – Indy.  My God, the 2005 Indy 500.

2006?  Was better in terms of quality, in terms of the shootout to the finish (3 lead changes in the final five laps, two of which involved an Andretti), and if I’m being honest, even if Dusty and I never speak again in this lifetime?  We’ll always have that 2006 500.

But 2005?  2005 was a game-changer.

Because Dan Wheldon?  Was bigger than the moment.

He OWNED the moment.

Yes, I chose as “the honorable mention”, the 2005 season the late, great Mr. Wheldon put up, because it was great.  But all I can say, is that if you were there at Indy that magical final Sunday in May ten years ago?  You know the pressure Dan Wheldon was under.  NOBODY was rooting for him.  That place was 300,000 plus crazed, delusional fans all pulling for a chica to win motorsports’ greatest prize.  Even me – and my favorite driver of all time (Kenny Brack) was making his final start, and the guy I was rooting like mad for to win (Sebastien Bourdais), even I was texting The Voice of Reason “does she have the fuel to make it?”  If you were there that day, you have to be honest: there was NOBODY in that heaven on earth at 16th and Georgetown, cheering for anyone other than Danica, on the restart on lap 189.

And when Danica passed him on the restart?  I’ll put it this way: I’ve been blessed enough in life to witness many amazing moments.  (Some of which are gonna be mentioned below.)  I have NEVER heard a louder crowd roar in my life, than when Danica took the lead on that restart.  300,000 plus people losing their collective minds at the same time.  Or as Al Michaels so perfectly put it in “the Miracle on Ice” game: “now?  You’ve got bedlam!”

Dan Wheldon somehow overcame that, and he overcame something even greater than the power of Danica that day: he overcame the Andretti Curse, handing his owner (Michael Andretti) his first ever 500 victory.

Sadly, tragically, Mr. Wheldon passed away three years ago, in a wreck in the season finale at Vegas that I was watching with my buddy Gus at the old Wild Wings on 350.  You take a look at Mr. Wheldon’s deadly crash, then compare it to the one my favorite driver somehow survived, eight years earlier.  In both cases, I cried fearing the guy I was rooting for was dead.  Sadly, in one case, it was true.

* 27. 2010 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 10-6, AFC West Division Champions, L Wildcard Roundt o Ravens (7-30).

Reason: Because it was the one bright, shining moment in six years of utter darkness.  The 2007-2009 Chiefs went 10-38; the 2011-2012 Chiefs went 9-23.  19-61 outside of these sixteen games, that resulted in a wholly satisfying division title, home game, and for one brief moment, the Scott Pioli Error was relevant for something other than candy wrappers and Jovan Belcher.

* 26. 2003 Kansas Jayhawk Football.

Result: 6-7, L Tangerine Bowl to NC State 26-56.

Reason: where to begin?  The season opening loss to Northwestern in a monsoon, when KU was stopped at the goalline as time expired?  The gigantic upset of Missouri to close out September?  The victory over Iowa State to close the season, that saw the student body rush the field, and chuck those goalposts into the lake, as KU clinched a bowl berth for the first time in nearly a decade?  Or all of the above?  In year two, Mark Mangino had just achieved more than Terry Allen did in six plus years before him: reach a bowl.  He’d do it three more times, before the floor felt out in 2009.

* 25. 1994 Kansas City Royals.

Result: 64-51 when the strike hit.

Reason: because for the first time in five years, the Royals entered August in decent shape to make the postseason.  Because they won 14 in a row at one point, including one of only two moments worth remembering between 1993 and 2014 (Bob Hamelin’s shot off Roberto Hernandez in the bottom of the 11th, to open the four game sweep of the White Sox, that got the Royals back in contention).  Because David Cone won the Cy Young Award.  Because The Hammer won the Rookie of the Year.  Because within a few months of the season ending, Jose Lind because forever known as Chico “No Pants” Lind, for wandering the side of a freeway naked from the waste down.  Because … because other than 2003, and possibly part of 2013, this was the only season of worth for us Royals fans, for twenty bleeping years.

* 24. 2011-2012 Kansas Jayhawks Basketball.

Result: Big XII Regular Season Champions, Midwest Regional Champions (defeated North Carolina 80-67), L National Championship Game to Kentucky (59-67).

Reason: the two final Missouri games?  Two epic games, in which the team with a gigantic ten plus point lead at the under four timeout, blew it?  The “bleep you!” attitude this team adopted after the loss in the Big XII Semis to Baylor, that culminated with beating Roy for a second time, to reach the Final Four?  The guts, the sheer guts and never quit mentality, that somehow survived Jared Sullinger and Aaron Craft and Ohio State in the Final Four, a 64-62 thugfest that deserves recognition as one of the most physical (and fun to watch) games of the decade?

Or the fact that 6 of the top 8 scorers from the team that crapped out against Northern Iowa, and crapped out against VCU, saw the replacements and backups march this team to heights, those teams could only imagine?

To say nothing of what Thomas Robinson became, barely a year after losing his grandma, his grandpa, and his mom, within three weeks of each other?

* 23. 1989 Kansas City Royals.

Result: 92-70, no postseason.

Reason: it’s the first true pennant run I remember.  (Sorry, but I don’t remember 1985 … or 1984 … and I sure as hell don’t remember 1981, 1980, 1978, or 1977, if I can’t recall 1985.)  The three best teams in baseball that year, resided in the same division – the A’s, the Angels, and the Royals.  All won 90 plus (99 for Oakland, 92 for KC, 91 for California).  All would have made the playoffs, under the current model (and man, would that have been one HELLUVA wildcard play-in game: Mark Langston vs Bret Saberhagen, the season on the line, between the two most deserving Cy Young candidates in the AL that year).  Or it could have been Rookie of the Year Jim Abbott, against the runner up Tom “Flash” Gordon.  Or it could have been two wily veterans, “Circle Me” Bert Blyleven vs Mark Gubicza.  Or, in a final nod of nostalgia to the mid 1980s, Mike Witt vs Charlie Liebrandt. 

There are very, very few things in life, I admit to being 100% wrong about my initial belief in.  Opposing the wildcard in MLB as it originally existed?  I was right.  But how could anyone oppose a one-game play in, a virtual playoff game, between the teams that finished with the 3rd and 4th best records in the game, in 1989, with pitching staffs that loaded, and offenses as potent as the Royals and Angels were?

MLB botched the initial wildcard setup.  They NAILED the current one.

(Oh, and if you doubt how deep and how talented every damned team in the AL West was in the late 80s / early 90s?  The Angels finished in dead last (7th place) in 1991 … at 81-81.)  The World Champs that year?  Your AL West Champion Minnesota Twins, at 95-67 … with an 8-4 postseason record as well.)

* 22. 2005 Tony Stewart (NASCAR).

Result: NASCAR Nextel Cup Champion, won 5 of 36 point races, including the 2005 Brickyard.  (Again: feel free to shout “bullsh*t!” at my claims, that moments don’t matter more than the entire body of work, for any of these choices.)

Reason: I was there.  I saw him outduel my favorite NASCAR driver over 160 laps, that magical August Sunday.  I saw him later that year at Kansas, en route to his second Cup title.  I’ve never seen an outpouring of support from a fanbase so ecstatic over a win, as I did in 2005, over the 20 (at the time) winning the Brickyard.

* 21. 2008-2009 Milwaukee BuKCs.

Result: 34-48, no postseason.

Reason: BuKCsteball happened.  And reading that link, I can't help but think, sweet merciful Jesus: how some people change forever, and not for better.

* 20. 2003 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result 13-3, AFC West Division Champions, L Divisional Round to Colts (31-38).

Reason: as hard as it is to believe, this might be the worst of the three best win-total Chiefs teams (the other two of which are still to appear in this list).  Having said that, there were so many memorable moments from 2003.  Dante Hall's forgotten return in Baltimore to beat the Ravens.  "Cut" Greg Wesley tackling tim brown at the six inch line to escape in oakland on a Monday night in late October.  Obliterating the Bills the following week on a Sunday night, to reach 8-0 at the bye.  The debacle in Cincinnati.  The surreal setting for tailgating before the Lions game (the United States forces in Iraq had captured Saddam Hussein that morning). 

But there's two moments that stand out, two Dante Hall returns that defined that season for me.  The first, everyone remembers: the punt return with barely eight to play, when Dante Hall single-handedly outfoxed and outran the entire donkeys special teams unit, to put the Chiefs up 24-23 in one of the most exciting, amazing, incredible games in this exciting, amazing, incredible rivalry with satan's squad.  It's the other one that drives me bananas.  Trailing 31-17 with a little under eight play, once again Dante Hall fielded a punt, and once again he took it to the house, to bring the Chiefs to within seven of the Colts in the playoff game.  I will argue until the day I die, the Chiefs should have onside kicked the kickoff.  They should have gambled right then (especially since the Colts wouldn't see it coming ... and for those of you who say "yeah, right", I remind you, the turning point of their Super Bowl defeat to the Saints, was the onside kick to open the second half, that the Colts had no idea was coming).  Instead, the Chiefs kick off, satan converts the 3rd and 6, and for all intents and purposes, the season was over.  (Both sides would score another touchdown, to get us to the final score.)

* 19. 1993 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 11-5, AFC West Division Champions, L AFC Championship Game to Bills (13-30).

Reason: the team's first division championship in 22 years.  Two epic Monday Nighters against two Hall of Fame quarterbacks (elway, Favre).  The blocked punt against the Steelers in the wildcard game, followed by Joe to Tim Barnett on 4th and goal to tie the game at 24.  Keith Cash giving Buddy Ryan the business, as Montana's elbow kept getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger.  And did I mention, first division championship in 22 years?

* 18. 2001-2002 Kansas Jayhawks Basketball.

Result: 33-4, Big XII Regular Season Champions, Midwest Regional Champions (defeating Oregon 104-86), L Final Four to Maryland (88-97).

Reason: one of the best Kansas teams of my lifetime.  They went 16-0 in the Big XII.  Of their four defeats, one was a fluke in the first game of the season (Ball State, in the Maui Invitational), one was to a team that reached the Sweet Sixteen (UCLA), and the other two were to teams that reached the Final Four (OU, Maryland).  The talent -- my God, was this roster loaded.  Collison, Gooden, Hinrich, Simien, Langford, Miles, Mikey Lee, the underrated Jeff Carey, and the original Stevo Man Crush*, Boschee! 

The second round, my single favorite KU game I have ever attended.  KU / Stanford.  I'll never forget that Saturday as long as I live.  Cold, rainy -- and full of fear.  The Voice of Reason and I managed to scalp a couple for $50 each ... in the Kentucky section.  (Kentucky / Tulsa was the opening act.)  Blue cheering for Blue.  The decent UK fans offering us something to liven up our non-adult beverages (damned NCAA not allow beer sales), and Gregg, like a grizzled veteran, taking a hit off the flask and simply saying "yup.  It's shine." 

The fear was for Kirk Hinrich, who'd suffered a severe ankle sprain in the opener against Holy Cross (a game KU damned near lost; they trailed at the under eight timeout, and were up a possession at the under four).  If Hinrich was a no-go, the odds of KU winning weren't good; Casey Jacobson was that unguardable.  Sweating through the pregame warmups, waiting to hear the lineups ... and hearing "Number Ten", and the relief.  Jesus, it was like one massive exhale by 30,000 people at the same time.  And then, the game itself.  KU OBLITERATED Stanford.  Poor Mike Montgomery had to call his first timeout 91 seconds in, with KU already up 15-0.

The stress of surviving Illinois in the Sweet Sixteen.  (Coached by?  You guessed it, Frank Stallone!  Just kidding -- coached by Bill Self.)  KU survived and advanced by four. 

Which led two days later to that most magical of moments, when Ernie Kent called a timeout with barely a minute to go, to get the seniors in one last time for his Ducks, and the KU band had the option.  (If you've never been to a NCAA Tournament game, the band that gets to play alternates at each timeout.)  A solo trumpet belts out the first six notes.  Then all the trumpets belt out the next seven.  Then the full band belts out the last nine, to the opening of the song.  Once the full band started, well, in the words of Al Michaels: "now you've got bedlam!"


For the first time in ten years, KU was returning to the Final Four.  

It was real, and it was spectacular.

(*: added late by the editor (hey, that's me), because I knew I had an asterick in this post somewhere.  Jeff Boschee is one of three ridiculous man-crushes I've had in my life.  The other two?  Chadwick Pennington, and Jon Scheyer.  Again -- if you don't get me help at Charter?  Please get me help somewhere.)

* 17. 2009-2010 Milwaukee BuKCs.

Result: 46-36, 6th seed in Eastern Conference, L First Round to Hawks (3-4).

Reason: Yeah, that about sums it up.  (Of course the BuKCs couldn't pull it out.  Of COURSE they couldn't.)

* 16. 1993-1994 New York Knicks.

Result: 57-25, Atlantic Division Champions, Eastern Conference Champions (beat Pacers 4-3), L NBA Finals to Rockets (3-4).

Reason: because finally, the dragon was slayed.  Everyone remembers the childish antics of Scottie Pippen from Game 3, when he refused to take the court for the final shot because the play wasn't called for him.  (Toni Kukoc sank the three to give the Bulls a one point win.)  Everyone forgets his idiotic foul on Hubert Davis late in game seven, that gave the Knicks the win and the series.  So damned overrated, Mr. Pippen is.  And of course, the "Forgotten Finals", as Ken Berger so brilliantly put it -- upstaged by Orenthal James Simpson and a white Bronco.  No word on if he was doing drugs with (oj simpson voice) Pe Dro Gu Erre Ro in the back seat.

* 15. 2003 Kansas City Royals.

Result: 83-79, no postseason.

Reason: because until last year, this was the funnest season for a Royals fan over the last twenty years.  Because the Royals were in first place in late August (although the wheels were falling off).  Because meaningful September baseball was played.  Because Barry Bonds damned near put a hole in the roof of the old right field GA concession stand.  Because of Lima Time.  Because of Double Header Day Dos.  Just, because.

* 14. 2006 Kasey Kahne (NASCAR).

Result: NASCAR Chase Participant (finished 8th); won 5 of 36 races.

Reason: he swept Lowe's; that was cool.  But it was the last two races before the Chase that made this season.  Trailing by 90 points -- 90! -- entering the Labor Day weekend race at Fontana, Kahne went out and dominated, winning the race and making up 60 of those 90 points.  And then, six days later, he stormed into Richmond, and not just won that race, but more than made up the 30 points he needed -- he made up 46, to get into the Chase.  It also didn't suck that this was the spring and summer I was unemployed, and got to actually enjoy racing all season long, rather than check in on it every so often.

* 13. 1998-1999 Dallas Stars.

Result: 51-19-12, Pacific Division Champions, Western Conference Champions (beating the Avalanche 4-3), Stanley Cup Champions (beating the Sabres 4-2).

Reason: because anytime you can watch the only hockey team you give a sh*t about play in the Stanley Cup, you have to do it.  (I went to Game Two; I was in Dallas for work.)  And because anytime you can watch the only hockey team you give a rat's ass about clinch the Cup in triple overtime, via one of the most controversial goals of all time, while playing blackjack and pounding screwdrivers at Harrahs, you have to do it.  (Yes, that is where I was, and what I was doing, for Game Six.)

* 12. 1997 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 13-3, AFC West Division Champions, L Division Round to broncos (10-14).

Reason: there's still four more Chiefs teams that are going to appear in this listing, including one that will make you stare in shock at your screen, do a double take, then yell at your significant other "honey, Stevo done finally lost his marbles!"  None of those four still to appear -- and none that already have, were the best team in franchise history.  The 1997 Chiefs were.  To lose to denver as they did hurt.  (They lost due to a bullsh*t incompletion call on a ball Tony Gonzalez clearly caught in the end zone; had replay existed in 1997, the Chiefs challenge, the call is overturned, and instead of kicking a field goal to pull within 4, the Chiefs tie the game.  Which means that instead of having to run a two minute drill, needing a touchdown, while the headsets shorted out (which actually happened)?  The Chiefs are trotting Pete Stoyanovich out with :04 to play, to kick a 40 something yard field goal attempt into the west end zone, to beat the denver broncos.)

I mean, come on.  Pete Stoyanovich, on a crazy cold day, with the game on the line against the donkeys, attempting an extremely challenging field goal.  He'd never make any of those, would he?

To lose to a team I despise more than isis and al quada combined, on my 21st birthday?

Is pain I'll never get over.

Thankfully, there were so many great moments -- Andre Rison burning al davis' house down.  Gun sends 11 on 4th and goal -- yes, he literally sent every defender on the final play of the game against Buffalo.  Marcus Allen throwing for the Chiefs only touchdown in the Monday Night win over the Steelers.  Billy Joe Hobert being taunted at the players entrance in the season finale.  (One of Gregg's most underrated moments.  Not quite as underrated as nearly causing a melee by asking Cris Carter where his ring was, but asking Billy Joe Hobert if he remembered his playbook was a classic.)

* 11. 2003-2004 Kansas Jayhawks Basketball.

Result: 24-9, NCAA Tournament 4th Seed (Midwest Regional), L Midwest Regional Final to Georgia Tech (71-79, OT).

Reason: well for starters, as of today?  This is the only KU team Bill Self has coached, that did not win at least a share of the Big XII regular season title.  And yet, having noted that?  I'd argue this is the best coaching job he's done, since arriving in Lawrence ... and he did it in year one.

This team was running on fumes from the Final Four teams of the previous two years.  Gone were (fred white voice) Dwight Gooden, Nick Collison, Kirk Hinrich, and Jeff Boschee,  Nobody expected KU to get past the Sweet Sixteen, where Kentucky likely laid waiting.

Instead, Mike Anderson engineered a massive upset of UK in the Round of 32, and KU survived a couple god-awful efforts, blew out UAB, and found itself one of the last six teams standing, as noon dawned on Elite Eight Sunday.

I've rarely entered a game more geeked than I was for this one (it was played in the whatever the hell they call it now Dome in St. Louis).  I've rarely left a game more disgusted and disappointed, than I did 2 1/2 hours later.  KU led once all day -- for about five seconds to open overtime.  They rallied from down 10 at the under four to force overtime on an epic JR Giddens three pointer.  But they couldn't overcome the Rambling Wreck that day.

Still, one awesome season, that set the foundation, for the ten (and counting) championship seasons that have followed.

* 10. 2007 Kansas Jayhawks Football.

Result: 12-1, W Orange Bowl vs Virginia Tech (24-17).

Reason: where to begin?  The biggest game KU and MU have ever played, on any stage, in any sport?  The Big XII North, a potential National Championship, and a potential BCS berth on the line, in the regular season finale?  College GameDay at a KU Football game?!?!?!  The "Spirit of 76", as "Sur" William Callahan's Huskers were nearly doubled up (final: 76-39), as KU scored a touchdown on ten consecutive possessions, and poor "Sur" Willy was reduced to an incoherent mess on his coach's show a couple days later?

Or maybe it was yet another KU Band inspired moment, the "Don't Stop Believing" montage after demolishing Iowa State to get to 11-0.

Or possibly proving beyond the shadow of all doubt that Kansas Jayhawk Football being selected for a BCS Bowl was the right and proper decision, by beating ACC Champion Virginia Tech on my (gulp) 31st birthday.

Or ... all of the above. 

* 9. 2013 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 11-5, L Wildcard Round at Colts (44-45).

Reason: I guess I'll just say this: if you had told me, that I would be in Indy to witness the rise, and epic fall, of the Chiefs that cold January day, one day after I turned (big gulp) 37 (Part 1 of the Recap; Part 2 of the Recap), I'd have believed you.

If you had told me that wouldn't even be within 500 miles of the best sporting event I'd attend all year?  I'd have called Two Rivers on your behalf.  I honestly thought NOTHING could top that playoff game.  Yes, the Chiefs lost ... but it was a season that restored the faith and passion in the franchise, and let's just be honest: that was one EPICALLY awesome game, win or lose.

If you'd told me that not even nine months later, I'd witness something in person that would put that cold January Saturday to shame and embarrassment, at how pathetic it was compared to this other event?

No way in hell I'd have believed you.

But you'd have been right.  And I'd have been wrong.

Because to answer the "fake email" from the "real reader" that sparked this post ...

* 8. 2014 Kansas City Royals.

Result: 89-73, W AL Wildcard Game vs A's (9-8, 12 innings), W ALDS vs Angels (3-0), W ALCS vs Orioles (4-0), American League Champions, L World Series vs Giants (3-4).

Reason: if you had any doubts before, that claiming one game, one moment, cannot forever make a season meaningful to me ... you now know, that it can

* 7. 2006 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 9-7, L AFC Wildcard at Colts (8-23).

Reason: this?  Isn't the "quick, call Charter, Stevo's freaking lost it!" Chiefs team, I referenced at number 12 earlier.  I love the hell out of the 2006 Chiefs.  They overcame so damned much, beat every odd, they never quit.  They just never quit.

Trent Green lost for three months during the opener?  Damon Huard turns in a Pro Bowl worthy performance.  Lose three straight in December?  Win the last two and nail the Immaculate Fourfecta.

Field goal from 48 to beat the Chargers nullified due to a bullsh*t penalty?

Nail the retry from 53 even more perfectly than the attempt from 48.

Have to host -- and beat -- your two most hated rivals in a five day span?

Intercept aaron brooks in the end zone with :06 remaining, and then hold denver to a franchise record-low 38 yards rushing, in a game you never trail.

In a game that got the 2006 Chiefs into the postseason.

And folks?  Don't forget -- as awful as that loss to Indy was (no first downs for 44 minutes)?

The Chiefs had the ball, with 12 minutes to play, down one score.

They never, ever quit.

I admire that.

And speaking of quitters, on the opposite end of the spectrum ...

* 6. 2002-2003 Kansas Jayhawks Basketball.

Result: 30-8, Big XII Regular Season Champions, West Regional Champions (beat Arizona 78-75), L National Title Game vs Syracuse (78-81).

Reason: Dick Vitale giving Nick Collison a standing ovation in one of the best wins in program history (vs Texas, 90-87).  The sheer panic over opening 3-3 (losing to UNC, Florida, and Oregon ... no shame in any of those, but still).  Crapping out in the Big XII Tournament to Mizzou.  Surviving the West Regional -- Utah State missing a three as time expired, holding on to win by four against Duke, and three against Arizona.

The thrill of propping the feet up at halftime of the Marquette Final Four game, up 35, knowing the entire second half was one long visual fellating of the Jayhawk program.

The agony of Mikey Lee getting raped by Hakim Warrick on the final shot of the season, preventing overtime against Syracuse ... who owned that National Title Game for 33 minutes behind the brilliance of Carmelo Anthony.  (As someone whose 1B hoops team is Syracuse, let me tell you, this title game was painful to watch ... but with the benefit of twelve years of hindsight, I'm glad Syracuse won.  Boeheim got the championship to cement his legacy, on the court where his legacy drew the most question.  (Indiana beat Syracuse in the 1987 Title Game in the Superdome, on Keith Smart's jumper ... and Syracuse didn't have the presence of mind, to call timeout afterwards, to set up a final play.)  Roy should win all his titles at UNC; I honestly hope he gets at least one more before he retires.  And KU got theirs five years later.)  

* 5. 1999 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 9-7, no postseason.

Reason: This, Chiefs fans, is the team I expect you to be spitting out the shiraz or Beam and Coke, at the placement in this listing.  Because no team has ever simultaneously thrilled me, and enraged me, and confused me, and drove me bat sh*t crazy, like Gun’s Guys did in 1999.  The debacle of the opener in Chicago … followed by taking the denver broncos to the woodshed, and giving them the business like few Chiefs teams ever have.  Adam Vinatieri somehow, someway, missing from 22 yards out at the gun to let the Chiefs escape in Week Five.  (Note: “The Voice of Reason” and I have spent many a moment together after a Chiefs game – which makes sense, given that we were the Chandler and Joey of real-life for eight years.  Neither of us had a word to say, on that ride home … other than deciding, to hit the old Hen House (now Price Chopper) on Wornall, for a very, very, very healthy package, of adult beverages, to process what we’d just witnessed.  Adam Vinatieri misses for all intents and purposes an extra point, with the game on the line.  That ain’t something you see every day.)

The high of the 5-2 start after demolishing the Ravens on national television … to three straight losses, punctuated by the Seahawks demolishing us at Arrowhead, to drop the Chiefs three out of the playoffs – any playoff berth – with six to play.  An all night, “why not!” last minute drive to Indy for the Colts game, only to be told that “no missile like objects are allowed” in the old RCA Dome. 

Then the rise – from 5 and 5, to 9 and 5, winning at oakland on “Pete for President” Stoyanovich’s last meaningful kick that was made, winning at denver on a Vanover punt return with less than two to play, beating the Vikings on a Sunday night that was DT’s last epic game (and saw Elvis Grbac of all people, successfully execute a two minute drill, after a Randy Moss punt return tied the game at 28 with 1:31 to go), culminating with the “Mitch Lyons Game” on national television against the Steelers.

And then the final collapse: up 17-0 barely five minutes into a “win and you’re in as some participant” finale, the Chiefs choke away the lead to oakland, the refs give Dick Gannon a fifth down, Pete misses from 45 as time expires, that crappy punter kicks the kickoff out of bounds, and the Y2K bowl shifts the power in the division away from Arrowhead, west … where for the most part, it has remained, every year since.

Why, then, is this team ranked so high for me?  Because re-read those previous four paragraphs.  That’s a season folks!  And because, as noted earlier – this 1999 Chiefs season, the oakland finale in particular, the fifth down in certainty – is my greatest “what if” in sports.

* 4. 1999 New York Knicks Basketball.

Result: 27-23, 8th Seed Eastern Conference, Eastern Conference Champions (defeated Pacers 4-2), L NBA Finals to Spurs (1-4).

Reason: If number three was the last great sports team I rooted for growing up, then this team was the first great sports I rooted for as a grown-up.

The Knicks barely got in as the final team in the field.  In a rarity, the top of the Eastern Conference saw not one, not two, but three teams tied for the best record – Miami, Indiana, and Orlando.  As a Knicks fan in the 1990s, that was “pick your poison”, that was Russian Roulette, who you root for.  The Knicks drew Miami, and Allan Houston hit the series winner as time expired in game five, to advance the Knicks.  The Knicks then swept the Hawks, which set up the next-to-last of the great Knicks / Pacers series in the Eastern Conference Playoffs of the 1990s / early 2000s.  (They’d meet again in the Eastern Finals in 2000, with the result exactly flipped).  Despite losing Patrick Ewing to (al michaels voice) an Achilles in Game Two, the Knicks survived and advanced, thanks to the most “holy f*cking sh*t!” four point play you’ll ever see, out of Larry Johnson.

Sadly, the luck ran out in the Finals, as the Spurs won their first championship four games to one.  Still, this team to this day resonates with me, like no other NBA team ever has.

* 3. 1994 Nebraska Cornhuskers Football.

Result: 13-0, Big 8 Champions, Orange Bowl Champions (beat Miami 24-17), National Champions (via the Miami victory).

Reason: growing up, you wouldn’t find a bigger backer of the Big Red outside of the state of Nebraska, than me.  No season ever tried me, like this one did.  Tommie Frazier goes down against Pacific with a near-fatal blood clot in his leg; he’s out until the Orange Bowl.  Then Brook Berringer goes down against Wyoming with a collapsed lung, and entering the nuthouse that is (now) Snyder Family Stadium in Manhattan, the freshman walk-on from Wahoo, Nebraska, Matt Turman, is called on to save a season.  A 17-6 victory later, the season was saved.

The #2 vs #3 showdown on Halloween in Lincoln, when Nebraska beat the crap out of Colorado, to firmly announce to the nation “hey!  We’re legit!”

The Huskers ended OU’s relevance for a few years as a national power in the finale, demolishing Gary Gibbs’ final Sooners squad, and paving the way for such excellence as Howard Schellenberger (fired after one season!) and John Blake (should have been fired after one season!)

And then came the Orange Bowl.  New Year’s Eve 1994.  Tommie Frazier starts.  A disasterous 0-10 start.  Falling behind 7-17 midway through the third.  Then a safety.  Then Cory Schlesinger, the second touchdown with slightly under three to play through a gassed Miami defense, to finally deliver Dr. Tom his long-overdue national championship.  That would turn out to be the last great sports moment of “my childhood”.  I couldn’t have scripted it better.

* 2. 2007-2008 Kansas Jayhawks Basketball.

Result: 13-3, Big XII Regular Season Champions (shared with Texas), Big XII Conference Tournament Champions (beat Texas 84-74), Midwest Regional Champions (beat Davidson 59-57), National Champions (beat Memphis 75-68, OT).

Reason: Holy God, where to begin.  KU lost three games all year … by 12 combined points.  They were never ranked lower than 7th.  The Davidson game is one for the ages, and ended in a comfortable main room in South KC for me, the exact way it ended on the sidelines in Detroit for Coach Self: collapsing to the floor, and pounding it in relief / ecstasy / joy.  Because of the comeback, from down 9 with 1:38 to play, to (bob davis voice) “Overtime! Overtime!” euphoria as Super Mario’s Three somehow, someway, was picture perfect, uuh, perfect.  Because the Rat Bastard got his ass handed to him, in a game us KU fans had waited five years for … and because Roy Williams ceased to be the Rat Bastard 48 hours later, when he chose to (roy williams voice) not give a sh*t about his sponsors, and covered up that logo with a gigantic KU sticker, rooting like hell for his former team.

(Note: I also may, or may not, have collapsed to the floor, bawling uncontrollably like a baby, pounding the floor while screaming “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” through the tears of joy, for five straight minutes, after Super Mario’s Three went in.)

There’s only one team that could ever top that for me … at least so far.

* 1. 1995 Kansas City Chiefs.

Result: 13-3, AFC West Division Champions, L Divisional Round to Colts 7-10.


Reason: they are my favorite team of all time ... until a Chiefs team reaches the Super Bowl in my lifetime.  Then?  The 1995 Chiefs may get bumped.  Because the only way this squad ever is assured of getting bumped, is if the Chiefs win the Lombardi.

1995 was the most epic, amazing, incredible, "what the hell is going on here?!?!?!" season of my lifetime.  The first three home games?  Saw the Chiefs rally from late fourth quarter deficits to force overtime, then win them in overtime.  First, the Giants -- down 17-3, win 20-17 on a Lin Elliott field goal.  Then the raiders -- down 17-3, win 23-17 on James Hasty's TaINT.  Then the Chargers -- down 23-16 with 1:12 to play, Derrick Walker ties it with :07 to play, and Tamarick Vanover wins it with my favorite play of all time, in overtime.

And yet, you can make a strong, credible argument, NONE of those were the most "holy f*cking sh*t, what is going on here?!?!?!" home game of the season!  Because Todd McNair, running out the clock to reach overtime for the Oilers, fumbled the exchange, Mark Collins took it to the house, and the Chiefs won 20-13 against the Oilers in a Sunday Nighter right before Thanksgiving, that might be the single most "wait, what?!?!?!" finish in Chiefs history.

The 1995 Chiefs went 8-0 in the AFC West.  Eight.  And.  Zero.  Only the 1998 denver broncos matched that achievement.  Their only defeats in the regular season were (a) at Dallas (your eventual Super Bowl champs) on Thanksgiving, (b) at Miami (eventual wildcard team) on a Monday Night in December that essentially was their season, and (c) at Cleveland the week before Art Modell announced he was moving the franchise to Baltimore. 

They had six win talent.  They won thirteen.  This team was Marty Schottenheimer's finest hour.  It started Steve Bono at quarterback.  Greg Hill as the featured back.  Lake Dawson and Sean LaChapelle at WR.  Derrick Walker at TE.  Yeah -- those five key contributors, won thirteen bleeping games.  

And you actually wonder why they're my favorite?

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I hope to get the first "fake mailbag" of the year up by Friday evening.  I also have a couple other things I've been working on, that I'd like to get done and posted as well.  But, if I don't, just indulge me.  I don't draw an average of 31 separate viewings for each post for nothing ...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

royals! a's! where brooks happens ...

Your theme?  (Almost) closes the post.

And yeah, it’s © Stevo Productions, 2014, No Rights Reserved.  Please, reprint without the expressed, written consent of Major League Baseball, considering it involves, uuh, a Major League Baseball Game.

But don’t reprint without the expressed, written consent of … well, the artist whose song I sorta, kinda rewrote for this.  Unless if, as I would guess, he’d be as cool with “the theme”, as I am. 

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What do you do, when the hype matches the moment?

What do you do, when the ridiculous hype that was Tuesday, September 30th, 2014, at Kauffman Stadium, what do you do, when the ridiculous hype undersells the moment?

I'd been noting all day Monday, as the Chiefs did what Chiefs do and flogged the Patriots like they were Reverend Sharpton's government mule he's always complaining about, that "tomorrow trumps tonight".  The Three T's.  "Tomorrow Trumps Tonight".

I walked into that stadium a little before six o'clock last night, and I can honestly say, that rarely have I entered a sporting event as geeked and fired up and full of anticipation, as I was.  Maybe denver on Thanksgiving Night in 2006.  Maybe the 2005 Indy 500.  Maybe that June Sunday in 2004, when Tom Glavine and Zack Greinke traded pitch for pitch.  Potentially the Elite Eight in 2004, when the worst squad Bill Self will ever coach at Kansas fell in overtime to Georgia Tech, one step shy of a third straight Final Four.

Possibly Fathers Day in 2003, Barry Bonds' last appearance in this fine town that permanently dented the old Right Field GA concession stand roof.  Definitely denver in 2003, the matchup of two 4-0 teams that somehow did live up to the hype.  Possibly the 2002 NCAA second rounder, when a banged-up, depleted Jayhawks squad coming off a decade of frustration, enter the whatever-the-hell-they-call-it Dome in St. Louis, and blew Stanford out of the building so thoroughly, they were calling timeouts down 15-0 not even three minutes into the contest.  And countless other contests, going back decades of my life. 

I've entered with anticipation.  I've entered buying the hype.

Last night?  The hype, the anticipation, didn't live up to the moment.

The moment dominated them.

Royals 9, A's 8, in a crazy, insane twelve inning thriller that gave this city, this town, this fanbase, this community, and this blogger, something our local teams rarely do.

It gave us a reason to cry ... because of something good happening.

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I choose to open with this.

If you've ever seen the movie "The Shawshank Redemption" -- and if you haven't, you should -- you know that there is a character in that film named Brooks.

He's the old dude.  He's the institutionalized dude.  He's the dude who couldn't handle life outside of prison, and winds up (sadly) taking his own life.  That, thankfully, is not why I choose to open with mentioning Brooks.  Nobody named Brooks died last night that I know of.

Before Brooks took his life in "Shawshank", he took out a knife, and carved into the ceiling support three words.

"Brooks was here."

Three words, to immortalize forever that he existed, that he lived.

I sat in 413, row LL, seat 12 last night -- although seated is a pretty lousy word to describe it; there wasn't much sitting going on.  Next to me on my right was a guy named Chris.  Next to him was his brother, and Brooks, an adorable four year old who is the biggest Salvador Perez fan you'll ever meet, and who was as wide-eyed and wide-awake and as into that game at 11:53pm as he was at 5:53pm.  Every major moment last night, the kid and I high-fived. 

So let me tell you, when Salvador Perez lined a single down the left field line, with two outs, in the bottom of the 12th inning, to deliver the Royals truly and totally into the postseason for the first time in more than a generation, that Brooks -- standing on his chair to see what was happening, as he had all night -- simply leapt up into his daddy's arms, and began high-fiving everyone around him. 

Then his dad (whose name escapes me, unfortunately) said seven words that made that night for me.

"You were here, buddy!  You saw this!"

Brooks was here.

So was I.

And I gotta say, 11:53pm on Tuesday, September 30th, 2014, is a moment I will never forget, for the rest of my life.

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My hands are hurting.  I mean hurting.  It literally hurts to type.  My ears are still ringing.  I have yet to go to sleep.  My throat hurts from all the screaming of the last two days, especially yesterday.  I literally have on five band-aids right now from chewing the nails and the skin of my fingers last night.  Even my stomach is hurting, and folks?  As Gregg can confirm, I didn't touch a drop of alcohol during that game, and only had a couple beers while we were tailgating. 

I wanted to enjoy this game stone sober.

And that was probably a good idea, because in the bottom of the tenth, when Gregg leaned in and shouted "how are you feeling?" -- because you had to shout, it was so loud in there -- the only truthful response I could offer was "I need to puke".  The stress was incredible those last five innings.  For five straight innings, the Royals had the tying or winning run at third base with one out.  They didn't get him home in the 8th.  They did in the ninth.  They didn't in the tenth.  They didn't in the eleventh.

And then they did -- twice -- in the 12th.

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I got there a little after four.  Met up with Gregg, his dad, and our buddy Tim, who I hadn't seen in ages.  Met up with a friend from high school, Josh, I hadn't seen in fifteen years.  He flew in from Tampa for this game.  My brother and Neeck came strolling in a little after five.  I heard from other friends of mine who were there -- "The Crush", Damien, Jasson and Tara.  I hope every person reading this, got to stand in that stadium at some point last night. 

And trust me -- giving one massive man-hug to my brother, in that moment, knowing what was to come, damned near made me cry.  (Fine, it did make me cry, hence my "I need to go pee even though I've drank nothing" moment.)

Because that was nearly five hours of incredible, unbelievable, unreal, and quite frankly, nearly unrecappable drama.  The Royals, in the biggest game they've played since Sunday, October 27, 1985, flipped the script.  For six months, we've watched The Formula play out, and it has played out spectacularly well.  The Formula is simple: get six solid innings out of your starter, scratch out a couple runs in those six innings, and then turn it over to Kelvim Herrera in the seventh, Wade Davis in the eighth, and Greg Holland in the ninth. 

Last night?  James Shields was rocked in the first, and shaky through the top of the sixth.  Yordano Ventura was awful, and Kelvim Herrera was worse.  Greg Holland nearly induced 40,526 myocardial infarctions by loading the bases in the top of the ninth.  Even the normally reliable Jason Fraser allowed a runner on first with one out, to score in the top of the 12th.  The offense had to overcome not one, not two, but three deficits.  They had to score eight to stay alive, nine to win, or else the greatest season of my rememberable lifetime was going to crap out on the first roll of the dice. 

Do you know the last time the Royals scored nine runs in a game?

I didn't, so I cheated and looked it up.  August 17th.  Do you know how many times this season the Royals have scored nine (or more) runs?  I didn't, so I cheated and looked it up.  Nine.  Only nine times had they done, what was demanded of them last night.  And only two of those nine, occurred after the All Star Break, and none of them had occurred in six weeks.

That ain't what speed do.  That ain't what pitching do.  That ain't what hitting do.

That, last night?

That's what Royals do.

And for the first time in my conscious memory?

That's a good thing.

It's a damned good thing!

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Consider what a momentous ninety six hours it's been in our metropolitan area's sports community.  KU has finally pulled the plug on the Charlie Weis error.  Mizzou stuns South Carolina, to save their season.  (And sorry, Pete Stoyanovich -- it did need to be saved.)  The Chiefs boatraced -- absolutely depantsed -- Tom Brady, Bill Belichick, and the Patriots with the entire nation watching.  (God, I still owe you that recap!  Dios con mio!)    I'm sure K-State did something note-worthy too.

But damn.  Last night is a day we'll tell our grandkids about someday, and immediately start crying when trying to convey what that laced grounder to left to close things down means.  Not meant -- means.  I have been known to get emotional from time to time at sporting events.  I've never cried like I did last night.  As the texts started rolling in a little after midnight from friends and family that had stayed up, had kept the faith, had seen this thing through to the starting line, that was my only response I could offer.  I've never cried like I did last night.

And I wasn't the only one.  I made Gregg drop me off at the liquor selling establishment across the street, because I wanted champagne.  Vodka, beer, whiskey, wasn't enough.  This deserved some Barefoot bubbly that 13* could get his coozie on with.  After buying a couple of bottles of champagne, I started crossing the street to head home, and wouldn't you know it, the skies of south Kansas City opened up.  It didn't pour for long, but yeah. 

Last night was so epic?

Even God had to cry.

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(*: I apologize, Royals fans.  I didn't haul 13 out to start the game last night; I wasn't drinking anything.  Then Chris next to me bought an Aquafina for me; I hauled 13 out of my pocket and put him on.  Go figure, 13 appeared?  Top of the sixth.  Let's just say, if this game doesn't turn out as it did?  13's in the trash can this morning, and he's reeking of stale urine and obscene beer pouring.)

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Nothing -- not Pete "For President" in 1997, not Tamarick Vanover in overtime in 1995, not Joe to Barnett in the 1993 playoffs, not Dante Hall against denver in 2003, not The Stand against the Chargers in 2010 or The Phumble against them in 2011, not Super Mario's three to force overtime in 2008.  Nothing has ever made me cry for joy, like Salvador Perez' hit last night.  Nothing.

Because nobody thought it would ever happen.  Be honest -- there isn't a Royals fan alive who ever truly imagined they'd ever again play a home game in October.  And for the better part of five hours, it looked like that reality would remain a reality.  When in your life have you seen our team do this?  When in your life have you seen our team seize victory from the lockjaws of defeat, like the Royals did last night? 

Last night is the first time I can remember in my life, where the only baseball team I give a sh*t about, wasn't sh*t. 

I guess that's as good as any, for the 2015 Slogan.  "Royals Baseball: We're Not Sh*tty Anymore!"  We could hire the groundskeepers from "Major League" and everything, to make it truly memorable!

Or, in the words of the great Jay Taylor?

We could use "there's only one thing left to do.  Win the whole godd*mned thing!"

Not even the most religious Royals among us, would have a problem dropping that phrase, over the next four weeks.

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I'll leave the analysis and the second-guessing and the criticism (most of it deserved) of Ned's managing last night to the trained professionals.  

Because frankly?  I don't care.

I don't care that inserting Yordano Ventura, pitching on one day's rest, and leaving three competent, quality relievers on the shelf with the game and the season potentially on the line, blew up as predictably as it did.  I don't care how many sacrifice bunts were laid down.  I don't care how utterly ridiculous it is to have Billy Butler attempt to steal a base.  I don't care if the lineup made no sense.  I don't care one bit about all those things.

Because folks?  Ned Yost gave us something last night, we haven't had in thirty years.  Ditto Mr.'s Ventura and Butler.  And especially Mr's Hosmer and Perez.  Last night, they gave us something, most of us have never felt before.

They gave us validation.  They gave us actual bona-fide confirmation that this can work.  For the first time in thirty blanking years, our love for these guys, for this team, had a payoff.  If you cried for even a moment last night?  If you laughed, and screamed, and cried some more?  If you high-fived a four year old non-stop, and broke down at the simple phrase "you were here buddy!  You saw this!"?  If you felt pride, if you felt happiness, if you felt joy, if you just typed a bit ago that even God cried last night, and did not mean that for a moment of time as a joke or sarcasm?

Then criticize isn't what you should want to do today. 

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There are moments in a lifetime, that are so amazing, so incredible, so un-freaking-believable, that you don't just recall the moment.

You memorize it.

I have a few of those moments.  Moments so personal, so important to me, that matter so much I'll never forget even a moment of them, that I know down to the minute when they happened.  12:13am on Tuesday, September 14, 2010.  9:17pm on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.  11:46pm Monday, October 9, 1995.  11:22pm Monday, October 17, 1994.  Every damned minute of Monday, October 6, 1991.

One of them was "The Call" from Vineet.  Every other one, is related to a Chiefs game.

Never before in my life, had the Royals done anything I could remember every detail to.

11:53pm Tuesday, September 30th, 2014.  I'll never forget collapsing into my seat, and sobbing.  I'll never forget high-fiving Brooks.  I'll never forget the group man-hug with Tim, Gordon, Gregg and myself.  I'll never forget the look in Gordon's eyes hugging Gregg. 

I'll never forget 40,000 plus, in a stadium with 38,000 seats, cheering so loudly it could be heard in Waldo.  I live close enough to Waldo to know that it is not within ten miles of the Sports Complex.  And yet, there it was last night, texts and Tweets and Facebook postings that the roar was heard in Waldo.

I’ll never forget the site of all the Blue, all the White, at twenty-nine years of horror wiped out on one play, one incredible play that saw Josh Donaldson miss stopping it from occurring by about 1/16th of an inch.

And I’ll never forget what might replace The Walk In before the Chargers game in 2000, as my favorite one.  Two friends who believed enough in this team, they bought full season tickets for the 2004 season.  That season destroyed baseball for me, I thought for life.

Last night?  All’s forgiven Royals.  All’s forgiven:


(image credit: one of us, either me or Gregg, via my iPhone.  And oh yeah, it's #playoffbeard time.)

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So ... it's time to finally reveal the theme for this post.

Where were you when the world stopped turning, on that September day?

I know where I was.

I know where Brooks was.

“You were here, buddy!  You saw this!”

It’s been nearly twenty four hours … and I still don’t believe it.  I still don’t believe Eric Hosmer, with the season we’ve waited a lifetime for down to four strikes, absolutely jack the hell out of the fifth pitch he saw … and have it drop between two colliding outfielders at the wall, both of whom admitted afterwards, they couldn’t hear each other calling “I Got It”.  I still don’t believe Christian Colon just making contact, the ball dribbling forty some odd feet down the third base line, as Eric Hosmer sprinted like his last name was Dyson or Gore, and crossed home plate to tie it.

I still don’t believe Christian Colon, knowing he needed to make something happen, channel his 2003 Carlos Beltran, and steal second.

And I still don’t believe 11:53pm CT, on Tuesday, September 30th, 2014 happened.

I was there.  I saw it.

I still don’t believe it.  I’ve rewatched it at least 50 times, once I negotiated a deal with our network firewall dude at work, to “unblock” mlb.com for me.

I didn’t see this last night.  I dropped to my seat the moment Sal Perez’ hit went under Josh Donaldson’s glove, and bawled.

I apologize for not a single tear shed, or single emotion felt.

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“But I know Jesus, and I talk to God,
And I remember when I was young.
Faith, hope and love?
Are some great things He gave us.
But the greatest?

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The greatest is love.

Because that’s what I felt last night – unquestioned love.  I’ve had faith.  I’ve had hope.  For ten years?  I haven’t had love.

I’m just a sh*tty blogger who can’t write to save his ass.  I am a real political man.  I don’t watch CNN, but I can tell you the difference, between Iraq and Iran.

I believe in faith.  I believe in hope.

But I have now truly seen love.

Love?  Is my buddy Hoagland flying in from Florida, for one game.  It’s my favorite Royals writer, the awesome Rany Jazayerli, writing this.  It’s Chris Kamler, the awesome Fake Ned, calling Ned “crazy as a fox!”, and being as sober as I was at that game.

Love?  Is absorbing every moment on the walk down the spiral ramp last night.  I hadn’t stepped foot in that stadium since May of 2012, until last night – that’s how little this team mattered to me, how totally destroyed the relationship was, between me and the Royals, due to 2004.  It took me twice as long as everyone else with me to walk out.  I could not stop stopping, to just absorb, to just feel, to just emote.

I’ve never cried like I did last night.  I’ve been up for 34 straight hours at this point.  I cannot afford to go Sunday or Monday without an “installment plan”.  When money’s tight, and times are hard?

Sometimes all you get, is a fucking Christmas card.  (Note: I am not editing that quote, in any way, shape, or form, for a reason.  It’s the reason why I believe the way this has played out?  Is anything but coincidence ... but other than providing the date and video clip hints in the next section, I'm not revealing it.  My closest friends, will get the date significance Sunday is, and that's all that matters.)

But then again, I honestly couldn’t afford last night, and was there.

I have a feeling, that once again, Stevo’s gonna ask Mr. Reason for an “installment plan”.  And if I know Mr. Reason at all?  We’ll be standing there come 6:10ish on Sunday night, crying once again.  And God willing, we’ll be really bawling four hours and fifty three minutes later, with another patented “holy f*cking sh*t!” finish that defies any aspect of reason, common sense, or logic.

Because NOTHING about this season makes sense. 

NOTHING! 

The Royals lose that game last night 99 times out of 100.

They won last night.  They defied the odds.

You can call it coincidence.

Me?  I know better.

I have my reason.

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I never want to play a game at Arrowhead on October 5th.

If you think the fact the first “real” home playoff game for the Royals in twenty nine years, will occur at Kauffman Stadium on October 5th?  If you think it’s coincidence that the Royals clinched the AL West exactly thirty years ago on October 5th, enabling everything after that to happen?  If you think it's coincidence it started raining as we exited the stadium, if you think it's coincidence it's been raining off and on all day here in the greater Kansas City Metropolitan area?


Oh – and I really want to see my buddy Brooks, one more time.  I want to high five that kid.  I want him to never, ever forget this season.  I was eight in 1985; I don’t remember it.  I only remember the last twenty nine years.

Until last night.

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This post's theme?

Glad you asked ...

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“Where were you
When the world stopped turning?
On that September day?

Were you at the K,
With your wife and your children?
Living and dying,
Every play?

Did you stand there in shock,
At the sight of the scoreboard,
As fireworks lit up the sky?

Did you hug all your neighbors?
And hug random strangers?
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you hold high your children?
And remember the ones gone,
Who in person did not see?

The Royals!  Victorious!
Bring on the Angels!
On to Los Angelie!

Did you burst out in pride
For the Blue, White and Golden?
Did you cheer like hell
For Alex Gordon?

Did you look up to Heaven,
And simply say “thank you”?
Then look at your best friend,
And crying say “I love you”?

I’m just a blogger
With few writing skills;
But I am once again a Royals fan!

I can tell you the difference
Between Butler and Hosmer,
And (damn) near home runs.

Well I know Jesus,
And I talk to God,
And I remember this from
When I was young.

Faith, hope and love?
Are some good things He gave us.
But the greatest is love.
The greatest is love.

Where were you
When the world stopped turning,
That September day?

Were you waving a towel?
Were you having a cold one?
Or parked on the interstate?

Did you ever believe,
That this could happen?
Did you chew your nails
Until you drew blood?

Did you cry with emotion,
When the twelfth inning happened?
Did you cry so much,
That you caused a flood?

Did you open your eyes,
Believe with a passion?
Did you close your eyes,
And simply pray?

Did you leave for the exits,
Before it was over.
Or did you stay
And keep the faith?

Did you fly in from Tampa,
And drive in from Clinton?
Did you blow off work,
Because that game mattered more?

Did you stay up all night,
Out of excitement?
Or because you
Still cannot believe the score?

I’m just a blogger
With few writing skills;
But I am once again a Royals fan!

I can tell you the difference
Between Butler and Hosmer,
And (damn) near home runs.

Well I know Jesus,
And I talk to God,
And I remember this from
When I was young.

Faith, hope and love?
Are some good things He gave us.
But the greatest is love.
The greatest is love.

The greatest?
Is love.

Where were you
When the world stopped turning?
On that September day?


It's the only song that ran through my head, as Christian Colon crossed home plate last night.

Because last night?  The world as I've always known it?  

Stopped turning.

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Oh, yeah.  This too:



Royals fans?

We've crawled through 500 feet of shit smelling foulness, for this.

Royals fans?  It may have taken us a decade longer than Andy Dufresne.  But welcome to October.

Welcome to October!  (cue the stevo waterworks for a fifty fifth time in the last thirty four hours.)

Last night was the single greatest sporting event I've ever attended, and I have been privileged enough in life to attend quite a few biggies.

Nothing has ever meant more to me, in a sports world sense, than last night.

I dare you to stop the tears, flowing down my face, just thinking about what last night means.  Again -- not meant.

Means.

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