Crowned.

I am writing this at 8:00 PM on Monday evening. I have been on a natural high all day. I was up late last night watching the World Series. I know that most young Americans don't give a damn about baseball. I know that most young Black Americans REALLY don't give a damn about baseball, but every Kansas Citian does. Why? Because the Kansas City Royals won the World Series last night. I feel like JP from Angels in the Outfield.

I took Al back to KC with me for the first time last year. She couldn't believe how much pride that we have in our city. Everywhere we went, people had on Kansas City gear, hoodies, beanies, socks, buttons, tees, and of course our signature royal blue KC fitteds. She loved it, we got her and Bun some gear, and I named them honorary Kansas Citians.

Most outsiders don't understand what we're so proud of, but we don't care. We love our city. Through the good, bad and the ugly. 

This World Championship definitely falls under The Good. (I will not be mentioning the bad or the ugly, not today.) This Royals team represents every thing good about KC. They are hard working and tough, they never quit, refused to back down, they just kept pushing, against all odds, they literally refused to lose. They wanted the crown, and they took it. We don't expect any handouts in our city. We want something, we go and get it. 

I love Kansas City because I owe so much to it. It groomed me. It gave me a sense of survival. It toughened me up. It taught me how to deal with disappointment. It taught me the definition of loyalty. 

Our loyalty paid off last night. We love our city, and anything that represents our city. We are especially crazy about our sports teams. We will represent our Royals and Chiefs no matter what, and trust me, it's been tough. We hadn't won a championship in my entire life. The Royals last won the ship in 85, I was born in 86. Last night, we finally made it back to the promise land. Watching it on tv seemed unreal. I could feel the energy. The city has been partying all day and it will continue tomorrow with the victory parade. Pound for pound, we can party with the best of em. They have closed all the schools so that the kids can enjoy the moment. I was real close to saying fuck work and heading home to party with my people. But my bills looked at me like I was crazy. Moments like these make me wish that I lived back in the city. Maybe one day, we will. I would love to instill this Kansas City Pride into my kids one day. But for now I'll be walking around the DMV with my KC Fitted on representing the city that made me who I am and that I take with me everywhere that I go. The home of Charlie Parker and Walt Disney, Tech N9ne and Janelle Monae (heart eyes emoji), the birthplace of Misty Copeland and too many other amazing people to name, the best barbecue in the world, and the 2015 World Series Champions, my city, Kansas City.