Today, I find myself wondering how Mr. Tony Bennett left is his heart in San Francisco.
See, #meandD have just returned home from the Bay area. We went on this short, three-day trip, so we could watch our beloved Royals play in Game 4 and 5 of the 2014 World Series. It was actually my first time staying in the city. Other than that, I had only driven through from the airport on my way to Napa Valley. I was excited to say the least – not only to watch some history happen but to also explore a place I had never really been before.
We arrived Saturday, between noon and one, and met up with our friend, Joe, who was also flying in to partake in the best fun the MLB has to offer. From there, it was an afternoon filled with baseball talk, some lighthearted Giants banter back and forth, and consistently pinching ourselves. I mean we were about to attend a World Series game after all!
Game 4 started fine. We sat around a good bunch of Giants fans, took in the breathtaking views, and enjoyed America’s favorite pastime. Our Royals even took the lead for a bit :) it wasn’t until we decided to leave during the 7th inning, however, where our so-far-so-good travels started to unravel. Something changed as the opposing team took the lead and I no longer felt safe in the city by the bay. First, it started with a few rude comments as we made our descent down the AT&T Park ramps. But once we made it outside, the three of us entered a whole new world, where every #takethecrown-loving soul was on their own. The crowds got rowdy, the demeaning trash talk started to flow, and the scariness began. ALL because we wore blue. The plan that night was never to go straight back to the hotel room. We had places to explore and good food to eat. But the Giants fans made that decision for us, making us feel un-welcomed and in harm’s way.
Wasn’t this just the same stadium a few short hours ago that honored their injured Giants fan who was brutally beaten outside Dodger Stadium in 2011?!
The rest of the night I was heartbroken. How could another team’s fans be so classless? At Kauffman stadium, we would NEVER treat an opposing team and it’s fans that way = win or lose! AND we were spending a lot of money in their city to be there for baseball, and up to this point, we were happy to do so. Needless to say, I had trouble sleeping that night and the next day, I woke up feeling just plain weird. Would it be okay to go somewhere for breakfast? Could we safely see the city? All I had was Royals gear in my suitcase. SO, we didn’t explore. We hung out in our room and got ready for Game 5. I wasn’t even outside our hotel more than 5 minutes before a lady [cancel that] woman in the cross walk told me I needed to “get the F out of here.” It made Game 5 a very wearisome experience. I just kept my head down and didn’t even feel like I could cheer for my own team. How sad is that?!
“True sportsmanship is . . .
Knowing that you need your opponent because without him or her, there is no game.
Acknowledging that your opponent holds the same deep-rooted aspirations and expectations as you.
Knowing that, win or lose, you will walk off [. . .] with pride.
Always taking the high road.
And always, always, always being a good sport.” ― Lorii Myers, No Excuses: The Fit Mind-Fit Body Strategy Book
Long story short = I will NOT be back to San Francisco for another sporting event. And please do not tell yourself for a second, it’s because of the losses. It isn’t. I mean I am a Royals fan after all. We more than know how to handle defeat. That wasn’t the case. It’s how ugly the Giants fans treated my counterparts and myself. How soon they have forgotten that before 2010, it had been 56 years since their last championship; much longer than the Royals have waited. They also have seem to space the fact that they TOO were a wild card team this fall. I’m not sure where all this rude entitlement comes from, but it has left an awful taste in my mouth that I soon won’t forget. Being in your town was not worth the stress. I am proud and loud Royals fan, but my life is more important than a game. Maybe this is why most of the nation is cheering for our team? A wholesome group of individuals. Well, whatever the reason is [in closing] I want to leave you with this: all of our body’s blood flows blue . . . until a little oxygen hits it ;) GO ROYALS!