Warning: prolly don't read this post if you aren't old balls
There is something to the notion of "Men of a Certain Age," when it comes to 'Yols.
Our fathers told us how great they were, and we were able to taste a youthful version of it. We knew the players names, and fought over #5 jerseys as little leaguers. We bought in as kids in a meaningful way. How many of us were scolded for trying to play with a toothpick in our mouth like U.L., or throw side arm like Quiz, or pound the non-existent dirt off our shoes before every rough ridin' pitch like George?
But, then we knew nothing but disappointment after that. Some might say "at least you had a taste." But, I'd argue that in a way it was almost worse to have a fleeting glimpse of it 29 years ago, to then follow it with the worst kind of failure for so long. It was like learning the truth about Santa or the Tooth Fairy...something that felt real at the time, but wasn't "reality," and then never being able to share the "fun" with another generation....like we were the only fools who were duped. 90+ losses a year routinely for decades.
We had to callus ourselves. Terrible owner, unfair economics, etc.
I don't really know where I am going with this...
I can still name you every starter on the 1985 team, just like I could when I was a kid, and I am proud of the terrible baseball card trades I made to all the older guys in my block just so I could have more Royals in my collection. My Rodger Clemons rookie for a Buddy B., Daryl Motley, and a Charlie Liebrandt? You bet.