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My first Royals game was with my Dad in the old and now demolished Municipal Stadium in 1969. As a tiny tot, I have no recollection of the game, as we played the Twins. All I know is that it was a bond that my Dad and I shared and I was forever hooked.
I hate that we have been mired down in a pile of shit over the last 20 years, but I can't and won't stop caring, no matter how many tantrums I throw. It's a part of me, a part of my past. It's a link to my childhood that brings up so many fond memories that it would be impossible for me to abandon them. I just want this organization to care as much as I do. Foolish, I know, but it's that hope that keeps me hanging on.
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