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Game. Seven.

The emotion those two words invoke, and the implied level of importance are captured in cliches we’ve all been hearing about for weeks and weeks now. (And yes, the feeling is different than hearing the words “game” “five”.) It’s serious for players, but often is more serious for fans, who are sometimes not so matter-of-fact about teams & games that they neither play for or are a part of, save maybe occupying a seat in the stands.

I will obviously not be playing in the 7th game of the World Series at Busch Stadium tonight…or any other night, for that matter. But as a superstitious fan, I will be trying to do my part to “help” the Cardinals in the quest for their 11th World Championship.

I’ve been wearing the same shirt during games for weeks. I’ve sat in the same place on the couch to watch every postseason game. I’ve not shaved in a month (and it looks awful, by the way), or so much as trimmed it, nor have I gotten a haircut. I’ve only gone to the bathroom after the bottom of an inning ends, never the top. I’ve driven more than 25 miles to be sure I had the same meal. I had 5 gallons of milk in my refrigerator at one time, and even my girlfriend’s kids remind me daily to stick to my routine, be it a meal, or anything else they noticed me doing on the day of a win.

I have my superstitions, and there’s no shortage of them.

I’m not sure that I am capable of writing anything you’ve not heard, read or seen by this point, with regard to David Freese, and all the heroics from last night’s thriller. The 5 blown leads, the ‘down to their last strike’ twice, all of those things have been covered very well over the past several hours. I thought Bernie’s piece in particular was one of many great reads on the topic, and Alyson Footer also wrote an interesting piece today–you should check them both out.

All I can do is write about what I know for sure.

  • There hasn’t been a World Series game 7 played in 9 years.
  • There hasn’t been a World Series game 7 played in St. Louis in 30 years
  • For tonight’s game 7 to happen, the Cardinals had to overcome impossible odds.
    • 10 ½ games out of the wildcard in the final week of August
    • They had to win. A lot; Atlanta had to collapse
    • They had to defeat the almighty World-Series-bound-since-December Phillies
    • They had to knock off Prince Fielder, Ryan Braun and the Brewers in Milwaukee
  • The National League had to win the All-Star game for St. Louis to host game 7
So many stars had to line up just right for tonight’s World Series game 7 to be played in St. Louis tonight. So. Many. I can also tell you for sure that there is no way I wanted to miss an opportunity to be in the stands tonight. It’s a possible once-in-a-lifetime chance.

I’ve been to the old Yankee Stadium. I’ve been to two major league baseball games in two different cities in the same day. I’ve been to a double-header. I’ve been to National League Division Series games and National League Championship Series games in St. Louis. I’ve been to the All-Star game, the homerun derby, the legends, futures, and celebrity softball games in St. Louis. I’ve been sitting in the stands when a perfect game went into the 8th. I’ve been to a lot of very special games, seeing in person special milestones (and sometimes the milestone plus one). But, I have never been to a World Series game. I’ve had World Series tickets, but I’ve never been to a game.

Tonight, I will be wearing the same shirt I’ve been wearing for these games. I will (or maybe have, by the time you read this) eat what I’ve eaten, avoid shaving, and continue with almost every single one of my superstitious routines. I will not, however, be sitting in “my spot” on that couch for tonight’s game, though a part of me will be nervous for not doing so. I will instead be at tonight’s game at Busch. It is perhaps the most elusive of all games on my baseball bucket list, and tonight, attending a World Series game gets marked off the list. I can only hope that seeing a World Series-winning game also gets checked off tonight. Perhaps then, on Sunday afternoon, I can attend my second World Series parade & ceremony.

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Why I May Have to Dump My Secret Boyfriend

There are so many great things about a marriage. Someone always has your back against the world, even if you’re wrong. You have someone to snuggle up to when it’s cold. When the baby is driving you up the wall, there’s a person to hand him off to so you can have an hour to yourself. When your relatives are being silly, someone will join you in the obligatory eye roll. My husband does all these things and more.

Cimmy and Kirk, Royals game

But I have a confession to make: all baseball season, I’ve had a secret boyfriend. I call him my secret boyfriend because he doesn’t know he’s my boyfriend. My husband does, though, and, for the most part, he’s cool with it. I’m not rushing the diamond to hump my secret boyfriend’s leg or anything. Besides, he says that if I get a secret boyfriend, he gets a secret girlfriend and he chooses Salma Hayek. If she’s his choice, I’m not exactly worried.

Part of the fun of having a secret boyfriend is the enigma, and this is ten-fold if he is a Major League Baseball player. What does he look like without the ball cap? What does he like to do when he’s not playing baseball? Does he prefer the grey, royal, or powder uniforms? Which is better: Dubble Bubble or David Seeds?

I’ll end the suspense. My secret boyfriend is Royals starting pitcher Jeff Francis. He’s tall, he’s adorable, he’s one of the very few players older than I am (I’m 29). And he has the added mysteries of being both a left-hander and Canadian.

Another pro of having a secret boyfriend is that you don’t have to see the things you see in a real relationship. There are arguments as to whose turn it is to change the poopy diaper. He won’t hog the covers and leave you freezing in the middle of the night. You’ll never have to threaten violence to get him to mow the lawn or wash the dishes. He’ll never burp, fart, forget to put on his deodorant, or pick his nose in front of you.

Linus picking his nose

Right?

Wrong. At least, on the last one.

A few nights ago, when Jeff was called off the mound after pitching a little over six innings (with 54 strikes in 90 pitches), the camera kept panning to him in the dugout. Ordinally, I would be thrilled. The cameramen like my secret boyfriend! But then…heartbreak struck me.

He removed his cap. I gasped. It’s not that he’s unattractive without his hat. It’s just that…he’s not supposed to be without it! Carson, my stepson, has molded baseball figures and their hats don’t come off. I shouldn’t be able to recognize players without their uniforms. The ones I do know on sight tend to be “celebrities”: Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter, Nick Swisher (anyone else sensing a pattern of New York Yankees here?).

As I was yelling to Jeff through the television to put his cap back on, he did something else. Something so heinous, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to tell you.

Okay. Here goes. *deep breath*

He picked his nose.

It wasn’t a full-on digging for gold episode. For that, I am thankful. Subtle though it was, it was obvious what he was doing.

Now, I’ve told Carson several times not to be self-conscious because people are generally more interested in themselves than they are in others. But this is not the case with actors, politicians, and professional athletes. The cameras are always on them, even when they’re not. Jeff, please remember that. Don’t make me break up with you.

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25th ANNIVERSARY: Baseball Sure Has Changed Since 1985

As a Royals fan born after 1985, trying to give perspective on a World Series I have no recollection of proved a difficult task. My lack of insight is due to the fact I wasn’t born until two years after Darryl Motley closed his leather around the clinching fly ball off the bat of Andy Van Slyke.

The problem I had is as a journalist is that I feel responsibility to generate original material from my reactions to things I’ve seen or heard. I’ve always felt writers are artists, words are our paint, and paper (or in this case, your computer screen) is our canvas.

I obviously am aware of the 1985 World Series; in fact my first memories were from my mother when I was still a child. She was living in Kansas City during 1985. I’m not sure if she could name anyone on the team besides George Brett and Bret Saberhagen , but still to this day she reminds me how hopping the party was in Westport that night.

Not to mention George Brett is the namesake of my girlfriend (Brett, not George if you were wondering).

The fact that this blog is creating material based around the 25th Anniversary of the I-70 Series proves what no other sports besides baseball possess. History is deep-rooted within the game. It’s a passion players from the past and present recognize and respect.

Passion oozes from fans to the front office, specifically in the postseason. The best example I can give is Don Denkinger. I’m not sure if fans of other sports can instantly conger up such strong emotions from one play, which happened a quarter of a century ago.

This instance is pertinent to the ’85 Series, but there are hundreds more throughout history. Bill Mazeroski in the 1960 WS, Carlton Fisk in the 1975 WS, Chris Chambliss in the 1976 ALCS, Ozzie Smith in the 1985 NLCS, Kirk Gibson in the 1988 WS, Joe Carter in the 1993 WS, and on and on and on. When any of these names are uttered to baseball fans, the replay reel automatically turns on in the back of their mind. They can vividly see, hear, and maybe even smell the events unfold exactly as they happened decades ago. This is something I think is unique to baseball. The I-70 World Series only added to the replays vaulted forever into our minds.

As I went through dozens of websites about Brett, Saberhagen, Lonnie Smith, killer tarps, and Denkinger, what I found intriguing is how much the game has changed.

It’s almost comical now to look at the backdrop for the ’85 Series, Royals Stadium’s god-awful forest green Astroturf carpet with diamond cutouts for dirt. The only things beyond the outfield wall were fountains and a prehistoric Royals scoreboard. Players with tight fitting uniforms and pants only reaching their calves. Fan favorites sported stirrups, mullets, and afros. Players were getting reprimanded and suspended for cocaine use.

Pat Sheridan and a classic look, vintage 1985

Now computer generated scoreboards wrap themselves around the outfield walls and facades of Kauffman. The fountains shoot and splash in between innings as if they were straight out of the Bellagio. Thousands of seats have been implemented beyond the outfield walls and every available inch of open space is marred by an advertisement. Players have traded in their old school duds for uniforms looking more like pajamas . Hairstyles have been upgraded to dreadlocks , the caveman style , and surfer dude look . Baseball is no longer dampened by narcotics use, instead by HGH and steroids.

The uniforms and stadiums aren’t the only things which have changed. The way the game is played, specifically the use of pitchers, has changed drastically.

The 1985 Royals staff was dominant, in a way which will probably never been seen again in the postseason. Saberhagen, Dan Quisenberry, and Charlie Leibrandt all finished in the top five for 1985 Cy Young voting. In the seven-game series the Royals used only six pitchers, one of whom, Joe Beckwith, only threw two innings.

To put it in perspective, during the 2009 World Series between the Yankees and Phillies, both teams used eleven pitchers in the six game series. Essentially the Yanks used five more pitchers to complete one less game.

The highest paid player on the field for the 1985 Series was Ozzie Smith. The Wizard cashed in for a cool $1.4 million during the season. The highest paid Royal was Brett at an even $1 million.

1985 Kansas City Royals team payroll: $9.6 million

1985 St. Louis Cardinals team payroll: $11.8 million

1985 Combined team payrolls: $25.4 million

Alex Rodriguez’s 2010 season earnings: $33 million

Since the I-70 Series the Royals and Cards have paved differing paths. Since ‘85 the Royals haven’t sniffed the postseason. They placed second in the division three times over the next 25 years, but finished last or second to last 16 times. The Cardinals have made nine playoff appearances, including three World Series berths, winning it all in 2006.

While diehards point to 1985 as the last Royals success, Kansas City’s organization has made sure to make it a lasting memory. The greatest single thing I take away from the ’85 Series wasn’t a specific player or play, but how it has changed the landscape of baseball over the last 25 years. It has created a passionate and devoted fan base for support in victory and defeat.

Nearly all of the awards presented by the Royals in the off-season are devoted to people who helped contribute during the unforgettable October of 1985: the Dan Quisenberry Special Achievement award (recognizing an outstanding member of the community), Dick Howser Player Development Person of the Year award, Frank White Defensive Player of the Year, Willie Wilson Baserunner of the Year, George Brett Hitter of the Year, and Joe Burke Special Achievement award.

As I look back on the I-70 Series I see seven games in October which transformed an organization. Its reverberations have been felt throughout the organization on the big league and minor league level. It has acted as a motivator for achievement for many of the youngsters who’ve become Royals. All of these kids strive to receive achievements named for legends of the past, so they can reign in another Fall Classic championship in the future.

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