“I’m a baseball fan first, and a Giants fan second”. You’ve heard it over and over again right here on this blog and no matter what anyone says I meant it. I meant it when I said it, and I mean it now, but to tell you the truth this World Series stuff was getting right down to the wire when I realized I knew everything about the Giants and nothing about the Royals. Due diligence required I take a crash course in Royalspedia and I’ve been doing my best.
For example, I know the Kansas City Royals team are faster than lightening, I mean, not just the runners, but the entire team. Even the mascot. Scary stuff. Well, maybe not the mascot so much. But they lead all of Major League Baseball in stolen bases and they even run to first base on a walk. They also have not only one, but three starters in a lights-out bullpen. And all week long I’ve been playing that “Kansas City Here I Come” song in my head. It won’t go away, just over and over again.
So now that I’m feeling a little more knowledgeable about the Kansas City Royals It sort of gives me a sense of kinship with both teams and I’m appreciating the true competitive nature of this series, something that was eluding me before.
But this morning I’m hearing that the Giants have named Michael Morse as the Designated Hitter for the series and I’m just a little in shock. For some reason I’ve had this feeling all along the DH should be Madison Bumgarner. Not to take anything away from Morse who should, by all accounts, be named the happiest most fun-loving and most cordial of all the Giants team members. He’s my pick for Mr. Congeniality anyhow.
But imagine if Bum were to pitch a no-hitter and hit a grand slam in the same game…….and in a World Series game to boot, the thought of the thrill of it is overwhelming! And it could happen! But not if he’s warming the bench on offense.
So there it is. The lady’s gonna politely clap for a Royal good play, but her fingers will always be crossed for that Giant triumph.