Darned straight K is for Kyle Farnsworth in a Yankee-hating post. I'm a Royals fan living in New York, and I have this curse about me that any time I'm in the stands when the Royals play away from the K, they lose. (The flip side is that they always win when I'm at the K, but that's sadly too few times.) The closest I ever came to seeing a Royals win in Yankee Stadium was in September of 2009, when the Royals were ahead going into the bottom of the ninth. I was expecting Soria to save it for us. Instead I got Kyle Farnsworth. Yankee fans near me were immediately apologizing to me for what was inevitably about to happen. Sure enough, Derek Jeter walked the Yankees off the field. I haven't gotten close to seeing a Royals away victory since, not even in the good years.
And D should have been for Derek blasted Jeter. Not just because of the incident above. I hate him for the cheap inside-the-park home run he hit when David DeJesus got injured running down his ball (and killing his trade value so we got pretty much nothing for him. Vin Mazzaro!! A name of infamy even in a bad period of Royals history). I hated his grand league-wide tour of fawning R2SPECT in his final year, and how somehow his final at-bat ranked higher in some post-season poll of great moments of 2014 than Salvy's game-winning hit in the Wild Card. Dave Winfield? I remember nothing notable of him against the Royals.
Being a Royals fan as a kid in the 1970s, I cried along with Freddie Patek. The Chris Chambliss home run is the most traumatic event of my childhood. (So all in all, it was a pretty good childhood.) Years later, I distinctly remember the losses against the Yankees (1976, 1977, 1978) but can conjure no memories of the Royals finally beating the Yankees in the 1980 ALCS. This says something about me, but I'm not sure what.
Darned straight K is for Kyle Farnsworth in a Yankee-hating post. I'm a Royals fan living in New York, and I have this curse about me that any time I'm in the stands when the Royals play away from the K, they lose. (The flip side is that they always win when I'm at the K, but that's sadly too few times.) The closest I ever came to seeing a Royals win in Yankee Stadium was in September of 2009, when the Royals were ahead going into the bottom of the ninth. I was expecting Soria to save it for us. Instead I got Kyle Farnsworth. Yankee fans near me were immediately apologizing to me for what was inevitably about to happen. Sure enough, Derek Jeter walked the Yankees off the field. I haven't gotten close to seeing a Royals away victory since, not even in the good years.
And D should have been for Derek blasted Jeter. Not just because of the incident above. I hate him for the cheap inside-the-park home run he hit when David DeJesus got injured running down his ball (and killing his trade value so we got pretty much nothing for him. Vin Mazzaro!! A name of infamy even in a bad period of Royals history). I hated his grand league-wide tour of fawning R2SPECT in his final year, and how somehow his final at-bat ranked higher in some post-season poll of great moments of 2014 than Salvy's game-winning hit in the Wild Card. Dave Winfield? I remember nothing notable of him against the Royals.
The great thing about hating the Yankees is that it is a target-rich environment!
Being a Royals fan as a kid in the 1970s, I cried along with Freddie Patek. The Chris Chambliss home run is the most traumatic event of my childhood. (So all in all, it was a pretty good childhood.) Years later, I distinctly remember the losses against the Yankees (1976, 1977, 1978) but can conjure no memories of the Royals finally beating the Yankees in the 1980 ALCS. This says something about me, but I'm not sure what.
Man I used to be such a dedicated Yankees hater, but now John Fisher, Manfred and all the other grifters make it difficult to hate a team.
That's understandable.