The Day We Painted Kansas City Royal
What. A. Whirlwind.
The streets of Kansas City were electric yesterday, and I'm convinced that KC love is unlike anything else. Six miles, confetti filled walkways and a few (hundred) snapshots later, I am able to proudly say I attended the World Series homecoming parade.
WHAT IS LIFE?!
With baseball coming to an end this season, (which I refuse to believe... I mean.. What am I supposed to do with my life now?), I decided to write one more blog post about our Kansas City Royals.
Thirty years in the making. Thirty years of our grandparents, parents, and ourselves hanging on to hope. Hope that one day we would be able to create that same parade in downtown Kansas City in 1985. People talk about fate, and how some things are just meant to be, and this years team was just that. FATE. I've watched enough baseball over the years to know what real chemistry looks like, and the Royals don't just have it, they exude it.
Already today there is talk about free agents; losing people on our team...change can happen so quickly. But this year; this series, and now this championship... It was all meant to happen this year. With these people. This family of a team. With 800,000 of their closest fans, we painted the town blue yesterday.
Here are a few of my snapshots from the parade I wanted to share with all of you, and if you also wrote a blog post about the celebration or have pictures you want to share, feel free to contact me! I would love to see them :)
Cheers to another season of history making baseball! GO ROYALS!