In the summer of 2009, the Kansas City Royals would play another season. To say that baseball is timeless is both cliche and technically incorrect. On a macro level, baseball is simply there, a comforting sea of athleticism, competition, and living nostalgia that ebbs and flows regardless what is happening elsewhere in the world. Baseball is the waves crashing against America’s shores.
But to the players, coaches, and staff involved in each season, it is their career. Their livelihood. And to the fans, individual moments and individual years sometimes leap out of the ocean to grab us by the shoulders, demanding to be felt and impressing upon us something in the process.