Game 2.

I woke up the next morning about as sick as one could possibly be on a World Series Wednesday - retrograde amnesia, irritable bowel syndrome, and the feeling that someone had sawed off my unicorn horn. Okay, so maybe not that sick. I had your typical cold symptoms - throat on fire, drainage out the wazoo, and that delightful achy sensation all over that makes you want to sleep all day. I somehow convinced myself that I was okay to go to work, and boy should I have just stayed in bed. My head was foggy; it took me longer than usual to work through the usual problems. Luckily, my coworkers took it upon themselves to handle all the major fires and let me rest as much as possible while still churning out decent work.

Game 1.

Before I start my World Series game day experience, I have to tell you about this awesome part of the ALCS. At the end of each home game in the ALCS there was a pop-up party in a canvas tent just outside the stadium for the front office and operations executives to catch a bite and chat about the game. The catering company was spectacular, sending out different delicacies each night. My personal favorite was the tiny cauldron of mac n' cheese topped with smokey brisket pieces, followed closely by the mini pulled pork sliders on pretzel buns. They had a different band playing each night, and a loaded dessert table, but the showstopper had to be the ice sculptures they had on display.  I give you the three ice sculptures of the ALCS.

Bring on the World Series.

Alrighty, folks, step right up! This here's yer handy dandy guide to rootin' for the Royals in the World Series. Come Tuesday night, you'll know all the ins and outs of the Royals lineup like you're keeping a scorecard in your pants.

The Postseason.

Ah, Autumn. You're such a baseball purist. Ever since the Royals started their postseason run, Mother Nature has made sure the wily winds bring in a cold chill. When they played the Astros in Game 1 of the ALDS it was a cool 63 degrees - then there was a downpour, a rain delay, and a cold wind running wild through the stadium. I convinced myself (against my better judgement) that I could stick it out, that the happy little rally towel the delightful staff by the front gate had given us was a magical heating device that could keep my body warmth trapped underneath it on my lap. I would say I've never been so cold in my life, except the next day it was all of 61 degrees but without the rain. I remember walking up to the gate for the second time and seeing so many brilliant, brilliant drunk people wrapped in fleece blankets. There are moments in life when your entire world changes. Realizing I could bring a blanket in to a baseball game just happens to be one of them.

Fields of Green.

This weekend was the first of what I hope to be many autumn weather weekends here in Kansas City. The mornings were nippy, but the sun managed to keep me warm even with a cool breeze. Since H had things he wanted to do at the house (did I mention we got Google Fiber?), I decided to trek to a place called Powell Gardens. It's heralded as Kansas City's botanical gardens, and it did not disappoint.