On Monday afternoon, Brett Eibner did something he had done dozens and dozens of times. He arrived at Kauffman Stadium for work, pushed through a doorway near the stadium’s Diamond Club and rode an elevator down three floors.
There was nothing particularly interesting about it. But as Eibner exited the elevator doors, something hit him. Maybe you could call it muscle memory.
“I’m not going to lie,” Eibner says. “I almost turned right getting off the elevator instead of turning left. I had to redirect myself.”
If Eibner would have turned right, he would have found himself at the entrance of the Royals’ clubhouse, where he spent close to two months this season.