Salvador Perez popped out to Pablo Sandoval, and my wife, a lifelong Royals fan, groaned in anger and said to me, “It’s going to be another 29 years, isn’t it?”
I shrugged. I didn’t think so. But I certainly understood her thinking that.
About a year later, on October 27, 2015: fireworks lit up the skies across the city and my wife, now severely pregnant, is making plans to go to the World Series parade. (She, thankfully, changed her mind.)
She’s so happy. “I could get used to this!”
Now, it’s been seven long seasons since, and I’m thinking about her words from 2014: It’s going to be another 29 years, isn’t it?