The KC Royals were down 6-2. The end of the season seemed inevitable, a merciless death at the hands of the Houston Astros. Ned Yost was looking forward to the solace of his tractor, as only his tractor would console him.
The Royals bat boys start to pack. The season is over. Ned had a good year. In baseball lingo, there is always next year. Lorenzo Cain and Eric Hosmer blossomed. We can always remember the good times.
Then Ned waved his almost magic wand. We always knew he was Harry Potter, or the baseball equivalent. He had been lying in the weeds, the old rascal.