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Originally Posted by bricks
Royals fans you will never ever win a World Series again.
I call upon the baseball gods to please set upon a curse to the Kansas City Royals and their fans for laughing/mocking at other fans in the face of defeat. Please make them feel my pain with greater exponential heights. Amen.
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Dude, we had eight years on your pain. Eight years of the greatest futility in the major leagues had ever seen. If you think all this is painful, imagine being 90 feet away from tying it in the bottom of the 9th in Game 7. There was not a day that passed where Alex Gordon's little league gallop around the bases did not haunt me in my sleep. Not a moment where I didn't wonder, if perhaps the universe would have somehow blessed us with a Crawford throw away, a Posey misplay, or perhaps a butterfly would have landed on Gordo's foot and propelled him over Posey.
Even worse was the complete disregard the rest of the league had for the Royals run. I had seen it all before, I had watched the Rockies and the Rays catch magic in a bottle and knew that with us small market teams, one shot was all they got. I wondered if for the rest of my life the visage of MadBum's deadened expression wouldn't stand like a grave over the mound of Kauffman Stadium - burying the sweet, fleeting moments of a competitive Royals team.
I was born in 1992. By the time I was a fan, the legendary figures of George Brett and Frank White were like the heroes of the romanticized American West. Stories told to children but whose highs were long locked away in a bygone era. They passed like the illusion of water for those marooned in the middle of the desert, a tantalizing vision but one that my generation was never destined to reach.
Cherish the fact that you've witnessed a championship, even two. Because the nightmare of Game 7, the soul stealing defeat that eviscerated my eardrums from the parking lot of Kauffman Stadium, was one I wondered if I would dwell on until I was a crotchety old grandpa. This loss? This loss is Fisher Price compared to the torment I felt at my constant thought of never witnessing the Royals take the crown.
By the time it's 2022, you'll know the desolation we had long accepted if you haven't won a title by then. Sports fandom is a banquet of pain and misery. I am sorry, friend, but this is only the first course.