I've been to a game before alone but it was still a bit awkward sitting, so after the fourth inning I stood behind home plate and watched there until the 9th. During the 6th, I started getting a bit emotional. I started thinking back on how long I've been a fan, and all the absolute crap that we've been through over the years. I thought about 2003 when they let us down, and 2000, when we had over 30 blown saves (the first year I became a fan), I thought about Ken Harvey falling over the tarp, Chip Ambres dropping a ball leading to a 19 game losing streak. When the 8th came and Davis gave up an unusual run, my heart was pounding as he got out of trouble.
That was when this guy in a Royals shirt came over to me and high fived me, and when he found out I was alone, invited me to join him and his friend in the "Royals section," the area right behind the Royals dugout where all the Royals fans were sitting. As we stood there all together watching Perez catch the last out, we all lost it together. I'm talking freaking pure joy. Chants of "Let's Go Royals!" hats being thrown saying "Post-season," and then the best fireworks show ever. A guy in front of us told us the Royals were coming out after the fireworks so we stuck around. They came out again, we cheered even more, chants of "Let's Go Royals," "Detroit sucks," "Billy Butler," and "Nori!" No one left until they kicked us out. I ended up meeting another Kansas Citian who had moved here on the way out and we celebrated some more together.
I'm still amped up. I will never forget this night.
