Last week, we asked you, readers of The Star and KansasCity.com — and fans of the Royals — to send us your best springtime ode to the club.
Here are a few of your submissions, including the one sent in by our winner, Norma J. Cross of Independence. She’ll be receiving a copy of “Touching Home,” the commemorative book we recently published about the Royals’ outstanding 2014 season.
I’m old and gray
I’m 86, I’m old and gray
Impatiently await the day
When Dayton Moore will say
Royals, it’s time to play!
Twas an avid fan in ’85
Great to see it then — live
Now I watch the monitor
Keeping track of the score
I cry and yell at the call,
“That’s no strike, it’s a ball.”
We lost the Series by one run
This year is ours and all the fun.
Norma J. Cross, Independence
A Royal game
A sea of blue streamed to The K that last September day;
Forty thousand strong with but one thing to say:
“It’s twenty nine years I’ve had to wait.
Here is my ticket. Open the gate!”
Each fan knew with Big Game James on the mound
Those opposing bats would not make a sound.
Heads were held high; strong voices rang out;
“This day we win, no doubt, no doubt!”
Cheers and excitement rang through the air,
Not a single one there took to his chair.
But two different times, Moss found the seats
And the throng grew silent watching the feat.
Down by four runs with but three innings to go;
Big Game James on the bench. “Oh no, no no”!
Victory it seemed had just slipped away.
Their Royals were not going to win playing this way.
To hold off the horde that came from the west
They went to the pen and called on their best.
Each man did his job when he came to the mound
And the horde was retired with barely a sound.
A scratch hit here; a bunt there; steal, steal and steal;
And Lester was gone. The throng could once again feel
The hope that had carried them over 29 years;
The hope that’s in all of us no matter our years.
At the end of the ninth it was tied all around,
But who could be left to take over the mound?
In strolled a young lefty, irish and proud
One month in the league, and he dazzled that crowd.
For two and a third he threw and he threw;
And when his time was up everyone new
This rookie, these vets, they all came to play.
“Just a couple more hits, Hurray, Hurray.”
The top of the twelfth saw the A’s score a run,
But the royal blue answered and still no one had won.
Two outs, one on and Perez strode to the plate,
0 for 5 on the night; it wasn’t going so great.
In another town and another place Casey struck out
And left no joy for those backing that mighty lout.
But The K wasn’t Mudville and it was Perez and not Casey
Whose hit this throng was praying to see.
Twelve innings had passed and twas near the next day
When the bat hit the ball and at the end of the play
In that town named KC, at the place called The K
The throng stood as one and the world heard them say:
“Royals win. Royals win!” Again and again.
Kevin Fitzgerald, Springfield, Mo.
A new season
A new baseball season will begin
With our favorite pitchers: Ventura, Guthrie, and Finnegan
Throwing a pitch,
Or change up a switch
Our Royals will do it AGAIN!
To our guys out in the baseball field
Who never give up or yield
They know how to throw a ball
And dive and land into a wall
Those Royals keep their eye’s peeled
Baseball players, bases, and balls
Stealing bases, scoring runs, and falls
Moustakas, Perez, and Hosmer
Cain, Gordon, and Frasor
When can we get those bobble dolls?!?!
To the boys in white and Royal blue
They pull it out through and through
Don’t listen to Mellinger
Because he’s the worst messenger
Kansas fans are always proud of you!
TJ Prall, Overland Park
We step up to the plate.
We hit a home run.
We strike out.
We can’t get to first base.
We’re given a gift, a walk.
We wander alone way out in left field.
We serve as a utility infielder.
We turn a double play.
We need a seventh inning stretch.
We’re down to the bottom of the ninth.
We celebrate a Walkoff.
Our vocabulary and the very patterns of our lives
Are interwoven with this game we love.
Janet Mody, Lawrence, Kan.
Can’t wait ... The Royals
The winter has me in the blues ...
All I can think of is when I will be able to watch the boys in the blue...
Pitchers and catchers are reporting soon...
The groundhog says we will see spring soon too...
My buddies say “let’s go to Surprise”...
I ask my wife, she says “go with the guys”
Bring me back something blue...
As I like the Royal Blue TOO!
A springtime view
The grass is cut
Lines are laid
Unis clean and new
Our outlook is…
Pitchers and catchers ready to go
Big lefty’s got the gout
Ace has gone to fat
There’s a Rook at first
And rag-arm’s in at short
Pretender’s set at second
Third can hit if he could only see
The outfield’s chancy. Left can’t throw, center’s got no clue
But Duke’s in right, a cannon for a wing…If his probation gets approved
So our outlook is
“We play the game”
Come and see
It’s baseball after all
Love letter to George
Imagine my surprise when our paths crossed recently. Seeing you stirred in me some powerful emotions that I simply cannot ignore.
Let me say, first, that you have not changed: tan, athletic, and that winning smile. It’s what attracted me to you in the beginning. I was a senior at KU in 1979, and my roommates were head-over-heels with the young third baseman playing for the Kansas City Royals. I went to my first Royals game with them and was, well, smitten.
It wasn’t until a few years later when I moved to Kansas City that your batting average and consummate defensive play wooed me, and I fell hard. I celebrated with you every win and grieved every loss during those early years. Then came the 1985 World Series. It was truly magical.
But by the time the No. 5 jersey was retired, I too had moved on. There simply were not enough good reasons to stay. Most damaging of all was the deception. Promising slogans and media hype did more to end our relationship than anything.
But when I saw you walking your dogs the other day, all those memories from a time long past came back to me. You flashed me that smile, which assured me all was under control. “That’s the George I remember,” I thought to myself. “Confident, head-strong, a winner.”
And then you brushed by me without a hint of recognition. I deserved it, after all, because I was the one who had given up on us. I know it may be too late, but I need to let you know my feelings: I think there may still be a chance for us. Winning the American Central Division can go a long way in salvaging a relationship even after years of disappointment.
I plan to be at the K regularly this summer in the hopes that we may run into one another. If we do, please do not think harshly about our breakup. I hope we can move past it and enjoy many, many winning seasons to come.
Laura M. Luckert
Watch for free on FOX
Perhaps if you sold all your stocks
Or maybe you knocked off Fort Knox
You could sit in a Kauffman field box
The Royals are bodacious
And pennant fever’s contagious
But with salaries rapacious
And stadium prices outrageous
You can feel so sagacious
Not to mention salacious
Drinking beer in your jammies or jocks
While watching for free on the Fox.
A crazy dream
Was it just a reoccurring, wild and crazy dream I had,
Or this time did it actually happen?
I have recently been reading that soon,
To Arizona the Royals will report as the defending champion.
Steve Martin, Olathe
Just rub ’em with dirt
No deflating these balls, just rub ’em with dirt
It’s almost time — pitchers and catchers report
No need for James, these are all big games
With pitching, speed and defense we’ll repeat our reign
The K’s quiet today, but you’ll soon hear the roar
Because hey, Kansas City, we don’t suck anymore
A Royals haiku
Spring is coming soon
Royals baseball at the K
Best time of the year!
What a gift
I’m writing in regards to your Facebook post about a Royals story that excites us about baseball and the Royals this coming season. Although it’s not a poem, it’s still a truly phenomenal story.
My now 10-year old daughter and I were at every post season home game last season (including the World Series). For the World Series games, we made friends with the guys sitting behind us and they loved my daughter for her enthusiasm and love of sports. We’d all high five and became friends throughout the games. My daughter knew the Royals line up like the back of her hand and the guys loved it.
After the last game, the guy behind us gave me his e-mail address and said to get a hold of him, that he had something cool for my daughter. I was a little apprehensive, being that he was a complete stranger but I went ahead and e-mailed him.
A few weeks later in the mail, my daughter got this FedEx package (and hand written letter)…..
This is something she’ll never forget and goes to show you that there are truly still ‘good’ people left in the World!
It had been so long
decades of time had passed
no one thought this would be the time
and yet, everyone hoped that it would be
ups and downs
winning streaks abound
and losing streaks followed
it was truly captivating to watch
Then, they made it
they snapped the curse
the curse of a generation of teams
but that was not enough for this group
turning a good story
into a story for a generation
one last streak that lasted weeks
they looked like they would never fail again
and then they did
but they didn’t stay down
they fought and battled with giants
and it all came down to the very end at home
coming up just short
the very zenith, to the bottom
this could have ended the story in failure
but it didn’t
no one was truly sad
their was still celebration
the resilience of a city of supporters
they had hoped
and dreamed of a team
just like the team they watched
a team that deserved to be called Royal