It’s been said to me and I’ve said it myself, “We’re going to the World Series!”
Truth is the Royals and Giants are going, the greater lot of us will watch from afar.
I’m a fair weather baseball fan. Our blue guys have not been so good in recent past and it hurt too much to watch. I remember 1985 when our team won the flag-rimmed trophy, it sat where my husband worked for all to see. That year in particular everyone in Kansas City was super proud of the Royals.
Twenty nine years later, it’s the same song second verse and our city is singing it loud.
Why do so many of us include ourselves in the we of who’s going to the World Series? Because each of us have a need to succeed, belong, and be a part of a group. Living vicariously through our home town’s team is one way to strike all three of these reasons out of the park.
It’s up to the Royals to help us feel successful; we the fans pull up the rear feeling like we belong when we display team paraphenalia like decals, car flags, mugs, banners, shirts, hats, jackets, socks, flip flops, necklaces, tie clips, baby bibs, boots, bows, sunglasses, and I actually saw with my own peepers…Royals Crocs.
It’s difficult not to hop on the band wagon with our team. I feel attached to these players in a motherly kind of way. I want them to do well and feel proud of their so far good behavior. They are just out having fun and it’s rubbing off on the whole town.
So tonight. What’s for dinner? Hot diggity dogs with all the fixings’ (of course), BBQ beans, chips, dip, and a piping hot flat screen suspended on the living room wall.
It’s good to be going to the World Series!