ghettostar: Your dynasty does look like it's off to a good start. Good luck with that!
hanrantrumps: You shouldn't feel insignificant. Everyone has a different writing style. Simply practice with different ideas in your dynasty, and you'll find something you like.
Coach: I'm sure you're right. When I began writing the radio sequence, before I thought to research who the broadcasters were the name 'Bert' popped into my head. Perhaps I was still thinking of Blyleven.
Anyway, that suggested Bert's partner. Ernie.
gosensgo: No, definitely not. BTW, your catcher, Micheal Tatlock, is with the Expos now.
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April 5
Flashes from a dozen cameras lit up the hospital's hastily set up conference room. I stood behind a long, low table covered with a white cloth and the Royals emblem with several microphones just under my face. The microphones hid my hands, which gripped the table tightly. My head didn't hurt as much now, but too much activity still left me exhausted. Standing, for now, seemed to qualify.
Doctor Grissom sat on my left. I'd invited Karl Holtz to attend as well, since he'd held the fort for the past week, but he declined saying there was still much to do to get ready for our stadium's grand opening.
Reporters from every daily newspaper within fifty miles attended the meeting, as well as a number of local radio and television stations. Perhaps in deference, they let me tremble and catch my breath as they spoke amongst themselves.
Grissom tapped my wrist. "Are you sure about this?"
Kat went back to Springfield earlier today. She'd already missed nearly a week of work, a cardinal sin for a first year resident. She'd said I'm almost ready to go home, including pages of handwritten notes on what medicines they should give me and what I should or shouldn't do. I looked at my team doctor and nodded. "I've been here long enough." I grunted, rose to my full height, and turned to the reporters. "Gentlemen."
More flashes. I squinted and shielded my eyes.
"Thank you for coming. I've heard and read a lot of speculation in the past week, and I wanted to make myself available to answer questions. Before I do so, however, I wanted to make a small statement."
I inhaled. "As you know, on March 31st I was in Royals Stadium preparing for what was to be tomorrow's opener when the scoreboard exploded." Not a single report in the past week hinted at sabotage. I couldn't offer any more details than I gave to Ewing. It was the word of a man who'd taken a blow to his head against...well, common sense. Who'd try to sabotage us? Why? And why just the scoreboard? It hadn't destroyed us or shaken our fan base. Our entire opening series sold out.
"Personally I don't remember anything until I woke up in the hospital, so you know the details of my rescue better than I do. I'm beholden to Security Chief Art McBair, the Kansas City Fire Department, EMS, and St. Luke's Hospital for their care." I lowered my head, apparently in thought. Actually I just needed the room to stop spinning.
"We are still investigating why the scoreboard exploded. It appears to have been problems with the wiring. We were running a stress test on the scoreboard at the time by leaving it on for an extended period. Apparently some of the wire shielding failed. There was a power surge, and so..."
Several nods. I did notice a frown or two: Reporters with backgrounds or friends in electronics. If the rubber cover on a wire failed, you might expect a fire...but a power surge and explosion? That required more explanation. Maybe they'd follow up on it better than the State of Missouri had. "We've repaired the damage and state inspectors confirm the scoreboard's safe for operation. I'm told we're running more stress tests now with contractors on standby in case of more problems."
A reporter raised his hand. I didn't really have much else I wanted to say, so nodded. "Yes?"
"Sir, Adrian West, Kansas City Star." I narrowed my eyes. I didn't recognize the name. "Sir, can you tell us why the increased security around Royals Stadium?"
I lifted my head to regard him. The inside of my skull let me know not to make any more sudden movements. "Security?"
"Yes, sir. I've observed nearly a dozen men in the parking lot during the day, and perhaps half that at night with dogs for the past two days. They're stopping anyone who tries to park in the lot."
A number of reporters nodded. They'd also run into the stadium's implacable guardians.
Maybe Ewing did believe me? If so, bless him. "That wasn't my decision, but I support it. I can't speak for Mr. Kauffman or Mr. Holtz, but I would be worried about those who might be overeager and try to take a souvenir from our stadium before it opens. Also, with contractors and inspectors working around the scoreboard I imagine they're interested in making sure only authorized personnel have access to Royals property." That didn't sound quite right, and with my head throbbing I didn't really care.
"Who's Mr. Holtz?" another reporter asked.
"He's my assistant. He's..." No, that was enough. I slumped. Grissom shot up and manhandled me into a chair. He then took the microphone.
"Gentlemen, I'm the team doctor. I'll be taking over this meeting."
I don't remember the rest of the press conference. I remember the reporters playing along and switching to questions about my health. After an eternity of bright lights and rising pain later, the room darkened and Grissom knelt in front of me. "Back to bed with you."
No argument.
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April 6
The front page of the Kansas City Star had nothing to do with me or the Royals. Interesting news out of New York.
This is the World Trade Center, a complex of seven buildings belonging to the WTC Association. From what I can gather it's meant to be a center of business and commerce. It'll house the Commodities Exchange, restaurants, and banks. Given the towers' height, they anticipate adding antennae and broadcast masts to help television and radio signals through the city.
The north tower is the tallest building in the world at 1,368 feet. That may not last long however, as the Sears Tower in Chicago should be even taller and open later this year. For now, though, New York has another feather in its cap. Long may it last.
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April 7
Well, that was disheartening.
After opening the season by sweeping the Angels, Baltimore took 3 of 4 from us. Furthermore, Splittorff and Blyleven are both hurt for a few days:
Paul strained his elbow on the fifth while giving up 5 runs in 6.2 innings as the O's beat us 6-4.
The next day Blyleven also hurt his elbow, but not before going eight innings giving up four runs. "Thump" Thompson hit two homers with four RBIs to lift us 6-4.
Today Butler fell apart in the fifth, and Buck Martinez's three run blast wasn't enough to make up for it as we fell 5-3.
It's now been one week since the scoreboard exploded. It feels like years ago. At least I get to go home tomorrow.
The Brewers are flirting with immortality. They've now swept both the BoSox and Athletics to open the season and are now 7-0. Guess who we play next?
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April 8
Milwaukee's SP Gary Peters, a mediocre has-been from all accounts, welcomes me home by pitching a four-hitter against the Royals. Busby manages to only give up 3 runs in 5 innings work. Torre's so frustrated he actually puts himself in as a pinch hitter (and grounds out.) I suppose I should be grateful for the Angels: We're still in third place at 4-4.
I walked the grounds at Royals Stadium today. To make a long story short, that reporter was right. Security's very tight. Much of Art McBair's crew also works the KC Chiefs games, and he's supplemented them with one of the local rent-a-cop firms. The Kansas City police also put in frequent appearances.
Regardless of their reasons for being there, I'm grateful. The scoreboard is now on 24/7, waiting for its debut. Our new 'board operator decided to have some fun while I was there.
Very funny.Code:Team 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 - R H E Scoreboard 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 - 1 1 0 Royals GM 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 - 0 0 1
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April 10
Well, isn't this lovely? The Brewers just completed their third straight sweep. They are now 10-0 and by far the best team in baseball. Bud Selig must be having a ball.
I have an alliance with the BrewCrew against the A's, who if nothing else have controlled the AL West the past four years. Maybe I'm worried about the wrong team? Of course, Oakland's started late the last two years.
I wonder if we're going to get the team restarted at all. We earned three runs in that three game set, one per game. Thompson's returned to his form from the first two years of his career: In other words, he stinks - and he's not alone. As a team we're eighth in batting, and tied for seventh in pitching.
This could be a much longer season than we thought when the Sporting News said we'd win 102 games.
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