The infuriating thing about the Kansas City Royals is that baseball doesn’t exist in a world of “coulda.”
Baseball is a universally black and white affair (hold the Dominican jokes, please), wherein a team plays 162 games during the course of a grueling regular season. If they win a small percentage more than they lose (typically, anyway), they stand a reasonable chance of earning a postseason spot.
Unfortunately, Royals’ seasons are often marred by some variation of the following sentiment: “if ONLY they’d won even HALF of the games they lost during the ___ game losing streak back in ___, they’d be in good shape right now!” (the blanks are usually filled as follows: double-digit figure, and usually April or May—and occasionally June).
This season, it was “12” and “April.” Early April, at that, thereby toppling the canoe only feet from the lakeshore. Continue reading →