We started optimistic, then grew realistic, and now we're pessimistic. We're cashin it in -- resigned to another last-place finish. The players are only playing (badly) for themselves, and we blame Hillman. Who else are you going to blame at this point? This season, like many seasons past, can't get over soon enough. We are embarrassed. Again. Nothing much has changed.
Thunder only happens when it's raining.
If shitting the bed was an Olympic sport, the Royals would have more gold medals than Michael Phelps.
We don't want to hear about growing pains. Grow the fuck up, already.
It will be really interesting to see what the Royals do this off-season. We recommend replacing bad pitchers and hitters with good pitchers and hitters.
P.S. We have no idea what Fleetwood Mac could possibly have to do with this post or this blog. The song was just stuck in our head.
P.P.S. Stevie Nicks was the hottest girl ever when she was young, back in the seventies, when life was great. (Even the Royals were awesome.) And Stevie still has the hottest voice of all time.
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