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Picture I took in the outfield at Tropicana Field I grew up in Kansas City. I grew up as a Royals fan. They were my hometown team. I was loyal to them through the ups and downs of the many seasons.1 The disappointment of losing to the Yankees in the playoffs for 3 straight seasons. The exhilaration when we finally beat them in 1980. The disappointment of losing that World Series to the Phillies. The swing of emotion in Game 6 in 1985 when they were three outs away from losing a second World Series only to make a dramatic comeback. And then the thrill of winning it all the next night. And then the post championship years and the playoff drought. Skip ahead to 2009. I had relocated to Orlando ten years earlier. During the summer of 2007, my family and I went to a couple of Rockies games in Denver when we lived in Ft. Collins for the summer. And in 2008, the Rays had their first winning season and went all the way to the World Series. I watched several of those games and was pulling for…

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