We suddenly decided Friday night (after a few beers) that we absolutely had to go to KC and watch the Royals play the Yankees in The New K on Saturday. So Junior and I picked up Mets Fan Rob about noon on Saturday and headed to the city, where we met Jeremy and Motl, who were still recovering from the previous day. The weather was not bad at all. We all went out to the complex and drank lots of beer (Junior drank Dr. Pepper) and watched the Royals lose.
We are in agreement with Jeremy...There's something not right about The New K. People who live in the suburbs and like to eat at Texas Roadhouse and whatnot will love it, of course. If you like high-maintenance blonde girls with fake boobs and California tans, you will probably love The New K. But, if we were Hugh Hefner, we would have an entirely different stable (lots of brunettes who are cynically and deadly smart).
You will never again see a long home run ball come gently to rest on the expansive grass beyond the outfield wall. Your eyes will never be drawn to that ball again three innings later, as it lays there mocking the pitcher in the dugout who actually let another man hit a ball that far. You will never look at the fountains, all alone in their majesty, the same again. And so on. The place has a different soul now, and that soul can be bought and sold.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. The New K is awesome, in the same way that lots of stuff in Vegas is awesome.
Oh well. Big win yesterday. Didn't see that happening.
P.S. We didn't watch Saturday's game very close anyway. The Royals were out of it after the first inning and never got back in.
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