Alright, so if you've ever heard me talk about Kansas City's sports teams, it's probably obvious that I don't have much confidence in them. I love to talk about how disappointing the Royals are and how bad the Chiefs are. (This might be a good point to disclose that I don't follow sports closely, or really at all, and that I'm also a contrarian, so my words should be taken with a large grain of unrefined sea salt.)
Despite this, I was a little excited when I heard the Royals won the "World Series" of American baseball. It had been thirty years since they'd earned the crown, and I like to think our humble little city deserved some love and recognition. When I found this cover from the Kansas City Star a few days ago, I felt unexpectedly emotional. Maybe it's because I've never seen so many people gathered at Union Station and I felt a rush of nervous claustrophobia. Or maybe I was just tired from doing homework until 2 a.m.
Either way, this visual affected me, so I'm sharing it here now.
I guess I'm trying to say that, although I'm not particularly fond of professional sports, I am so proud to have grown up around Kansas City, for all its flaws and imperfections. Even if I never live there again in the long-term, it'll always be home, and for that I am grateful.
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