I grew up a St. Louis Cardinals fan. Why? Because it’s the team my family supported, we were located on the “East Side” of the state, and hell, that’s who everyone I knew supported. It was just expected. I even went to a game during the Mark McGuire years, and it was a freaking blast to my 10 year old self.
But in high school, when they starting winning World Series and becoming an expected member for every Post Season, I kind of stopped caring. If I watched a sport, it was football, and like my father taught me, it was Denver Broncos or nothing.
Being a Broncos fan in Missouri is like being a Royals fan outside of Kansas City — pure mockery. No matter how much respect or silence I granted the Chiefs fans around me, I was always looked down upon, shit talked to, literally everything Matty said here that he recieved from Cardinals fans as a Royals believer.
Then I moved to Kansas City with my now Husband, a die hard Royals fan, and felt myself falling in love with a whole new team. There’s something magically about the Royals and their fans, I’ve noticed. They never give up, and they never surrender. For every loss, my husband would sigh and say, “Well, that’s not surprising” but he never stopped watching, he never stopped caring, and I found myself wanting to attend more of their games. I started buying blue clothes that could, if needed, be worn to games. When they lost, I would sigh with my husband. When they won, I would cheer, but as a recovering Cardinals fan, it felt like I might not be able to. After all, Kansas City has been waiting 29 years for this moment. I’m only 24. What do I know?
But then, while my new Husband and I were in California for our honeymoon, we tracked down a pub to watch the Wild Card game. We sat and watched, in a bar full of Oakland A’s fans, as a million people rejoiced. I found myself picking favorite players, while my Husband gave me the lowdown on their history. Lorenzo Cain, my man. It was love at first sight.
When the Royals won and officially made it into the playoffs, my Husband and I cheered, cried, and in that moment they stopped being My Husband’s Team, but instead became ours. The entire honeymoon was spent watching the games, talking about the team, trying to buy tickets. The superstitious fan in both of us realized that we had to watch EVERY game together, because if we didn’t, there was a chance we might not move forward.
The Royals are OUR team now. I officially have a #6 jersey, a KC beanie, and am planning out multiple Royals crafts to create for our home. And you know what? I’ve been accepted with open arms to a family that probably has every right to want nothing to do with me, as my old team seems to have always treated them. For that I want to say thank you to the Royals family, my new family.
Let’s go Take the Crown.
—It should be noted, that my family was never the “Cardinals Rule, Royals Drool” kind of fans. It could be because of our humbled existence as Broncos Fans in Missouri, or it could be that my parents are just respectful and taught me to be so as well. In fact, they’ve been rooting for the Royals, hoping for another I-70 World Series, because why have 1 team, when you can have two? (They will be rooting for the Royals, but not to bandwagon jump, but to celebrate their extended family — afterall, their daughter was just married into one.)
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“Kansas City: you’ve got a world series.”
Denny Matthews has had the play-by-play radio broadcast for the Kansas City Royals since the team’s inaugural season in 1969. On October 15th, 2014, in his 44th year, he sat before the microphone as the Royals clinched their first World Series berth since 1985. He could have said anything, or everything; instead, he chose to say virtually nothing and let the roar of an emotional crowd pick up the paintbrush and audibly illustrate the scene.
If you listen closely, you can hear me; crying, screaming, crying, laughing, crying, in section 405, seat 21. My name is Matthew Holloway, I am 27 years old, and I’ve been a Royals fan for as long as I can remember.
If you listen closely, you can hear the guy next to me, “WHOOOOHOOOO”ing like a fanboy, in section 405, seat 22. That’s my boss. He’s kind of a…
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