Dear Unquantifiable Masses Who Sit Eagerly At Your Computers Hitting Refresh On Your Browsers Hoping To See A New Column By Yours Truly,
I lay prostrate at your feet begging your forgiveness for my absence. While there were reasons that extended beyond work, their elucidation will likely bore you. As such I will simply move on, assuming the desired absolution has been granted.
Perhaps the worst thing about this season has been the fact that every fifth start we Royals fans get to see what it could be like if there was talent on this team we follow.
Taking the mound in a Royals uniform on Tuesday night was the inimitable Zack Greinke.
In eight innings, he struck out 15, thoroughly dominating an admittedly weak Indians lineup.
Of course, he did this with an atrocious defense behind him, a comically inept offense supporting him, and a repulsive bullpen at the ready.
Greinke, the best pitcher in baseball this season, earned just his 12th win, lifting his record to 12-8.
Every fifth day, we get to hope that our team doesn't screw over its own superstar.
There is nothing else to root for (except for the outside chance at the first pick of next year's draft and the welcoming of Bryce Harper into the fold, something that surely will be undermined by a sweep of Detroit in the final weekend of the season...) other than hoping that the team we inexplicably still follow manages to not rape its own player.
We are tantalized by the very real talent of one special player, a talent that sticks out even more on a team of has-beens, also-rans, and never-will-bes.
And now we will stand by as the rest of the Royals take to the field and undermine the best-pitcher-in-baseball's quest for the Cy Young.
Thank you for a great 2009, Royals.
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