Saturday, April 25, 2015

Livin' the Thug Life on a Field of Dreams





Did youse guys know that I'm still a really real journalist? Here's an editorial I wrote....it appeared nowhere but here because I kinda can't get a job in media.

"The Royals are starting to get a reputation." - Major Media

Now gosh darnit....we've had a reputation, always have, we're one of the oldest baseball cities in America. We are the home of The Monarchs, the NY Yankees of the Negro Leagues. We were decades ahead of the curve with the Domican Republic Baseball Academy in the 70's. We owned the latter half of that decade and a good chunk of the 80's before our beloved owner passed away and our one true HOF'er George Brett retired.

We took the shit end of the MLB labor crisis harder than any franchise not named Montreal Expos. We watched homegrown stars leave, we lacked resources to replace, we had a trust group running the team though wouldn't spring for throwback jerseys on Negro League Appreciation Day. We got bought by a Wal-Mart billionaire that didn't want to spend money and we were languishing in some kind of K-Mart LA Clippers limbo/hell until our owner remembered what made him a billion dollars and stole the Atlanta Braves star pupil and did little else while awaiting maximum results on minimal investment.

And it all worked out....we wandered the desert for decades after the labor strike like the Lost Tribe of Israel and finally we're back and people have apparently forgot about Dre. Did you think we sold the bats? No Son, we still have them. We are what we have always been, there's a reason the George Brett pine tar incident lives in infamy. Recent history would have the world believe Saint Louis owns a copyright on Real Baseball. We lived through Dusty Rhodes flavored Hard Times they ain't never seen and we're still here on the other side of the state with better a BBQ and finally the baseball to match.

Our reputation is what it has always been, welcome back to Missouri, there's a whole piece you've been missing.