More about my unmentionables than you ever wanted to know
Brian Bannister tonight…did anything go right? 30 pitches every inning for three excruciating innings. Three home runs, including a grand slam. It was painful to watch, especially since Bannister is my favorite Royal. If I had to watch a KC pitcher throw that kind of game, I’d give a great deal for it to be anyone besides him.
But it was Bannister, and this outing was entirely my fault.
Last summer during the middle of the season, I noticed that, by coincidence of laundry, I ended up wearing the same pair of drawers every time Banny started. It was an accident for a while, but I starting doing it on purpose after that because it seemed to be working well for all involved (except Royal opponents). I held over that routine into this season…until today.
I realized partway through the day that I had made the underwear mistake, and considered changing. I thought about it, but figured Banny would not need the help of my lucky drawers since it’s “just the Rangers.” (Sorry, Micah.)
I haven’t finished watching the game yet — Joel Peralta just gave up a 2-bagger, making it 9-1 Texas — and I almost don’t want to finish. I know how it ends (remind me again why Pena is allowed to bat in such a situation, ever?). I just want this night to be over so the Royals can start starting over again.
Labels: baseball, quickies, Royals, superstition
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