Joe Posnaski and Kent Babb have both written worthwhile pieces about what this week means to my hometown from the sports columnist point of view; but as someone who spent his childhood going to Royals (now Kauffman) Stadium, I felt like throwing in my two cents…

As best as I can remember, my grandfather only came to Kansas City once.  I don’t recall ever having any long conversations with him (part of my family’s tradition is clearly the men are all ‘strong and silent’ types), but I do know he loved baseball.  I have vivid memories of watching the Braves with him every summer when I would go down South, so if we did nothing else the one summer he came up to see us, we were going to see the Royals play.

As I’m typing this, I just realized my favorite memory of my godmother is also part of this story.  See, this was also the summer of my very first job.  I was bagging groceries at the grocery store down the street from home.  I’ll never forget this; even after I explained that my grandfather was in town all the way from Louisiana, my boss told me I would be let go if I went to the game with my family.  So I told this to my godmother and WELLLLLLLL…. long story short, I went to the game with my family AND I still had that minimum wage job to go back to.  These were the good times.  I don’t even recall who the Royals played, or if they won or lost, the memory as you can see, is about family.

However brief the moment will last, it will be nice to see Kauffman as the center of the baseball universe for a couple of nights.  Hopefully the fountains are tuned up and ready to put on a show for a national audience.

Until next time…

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