I was raised a Kansas City girl. For the last 19 years of my life, I have been absolutely faithful to my Kansas City teams and let me tell you, it wasn’t the most rewarding loyalty. Never once have I cheered against my teams and I will forever defend them with the upmost passion. This year, however, no defense is necessary because the baseball gods smiled on us loyal Kansas Citians. This year, my team is in the World Series.
It feels unreal. Tears have been shed. Voices have been lost. Extra innings have been conquered. It’s magical. Truly magical.
The Kansas City Royals have been my team since I was born and to see them play like this just makes my heart happy. We are playing like a team and we are winning games with fundamental mechanics. This team doesn’t have a star. We have no big names. Instead, we have the passion. This team is fun to watch. They do the right things, play on each others’ strengths, get excited for one another, and fight. They fight.
I’m a loyal fan and I cried tears of joy after watching them defeat the Orioles in Game 3 of the American League Championship Series. They still had one more game to win, but at that point it became a reality. My team has demanded national attention and captured the hearts of many. I embrace the bandwagon fans because for the first time in a long time, we have fans. My team has reminded the country about what Kansas City has to offer. My team is ALCS Champs. My team is in the World Series and my team has a chance to win.