So Tuesday night my parents took Kelsey and I to Kauffman for the baby's first game. It was the first time I've ever gone to a Royals vs Sox game wearing blue instead of black, but don't dwell on that too long. Fair-weather, right here. Sue me. The combination of the misty rain and the lack of Greinke on the mound subdued the crowd a little, but seeing the new improvements almost made it worth the construction-zone K of last season. Actually, the "New K" is pretty cool, even though it looks like the Old K with some new bars and seats where the grass used to grow. Still, the highlight of the night was the sweaty rotund kid dancing semi-seductively on the Jumbotron to the delight of 14,000 fans. Dance on, kid. Shake that belly all night long.
Back to my original point (get used to digression). In April two things happened: The Royals started their most promising season in over two decades and the aforementioned Awesome Kid started to grow. Then, last night, said Awesome Kid was in attendence and the Royals twice came back from four run deficits, tied the game at seven, and fought through two extra innings to see John Buck hit a walk-off RBI single in the bottom of the eleventh. Coincidence? Perhaps. But I'm holding on to the notion that our baby is responsible. Just try and prove he/she isn't. I'm telling you, this kid is good luck. Or maybe, unlike it's father, there's just a real Royals fan in there. C'est la vie.