Where’s My Ginko Biloba?

The awesome thing about getting older is that sometimes you can marvel over things that you’d forgotten about. It’s like the gift that keeps on giving. That, my Frappers, is called glass half full thinking.

This happened to me late last week when I became “aware” that the Kansas City Royals at one time had an outfield that consisted of Johnny Damon, Carlos Beltran, and Jermaine Dye. That’s mind blowing when you think about it. Beltran is hoping to return to his pre-Mets Superman® form. Damon and Dye have rings. All three are now two teams removed from their days in KC.

You can play one heck of a “what-if” game with this trio. I know I’m not telling you KC fans anything you haven’t already painfully realized.

These type of discussions usually lead to the debate of large market V. small market and the inevitable realization of the inequities involved. Thus the reason we all root for these teams when chemistry and using the right brand of sunflower seeds in the dugout leads to a playoff run.

These chasms of opportunity will only widen which make the odds of a small market team accomplishing a trip to the big dance that much rarer.

Baseball has the best and most intricate of development leagues through their three levels of farm clubs.

Here’s where I catch KC Fan’s ire though. Aren’t some small market clubs basically just a AAAA team developing talent for the Yankees, Mets, Red Sox, and other money printing MLB teams?

It’s in these small markets that you find some of the most dedicated fans, with many being able to trace team loyalty along their family tree. For that reason, they earn the Sports Frappe’s version of “Real Men (and Women) Of Genius.”

I was able to witness this loyalty back in the day as a kid living in KC when Paul Splittorf, Amos Otis, Freddy Patek, Lou Piniella, and the rest took to the field. My Pops was a Yankee fan (explains a lot, doesn’t it?) who insisted we go to NY/KC games and get harassed by a stadium load of people. Ah heck……..it was fun though! You know what they say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you post in a blog years later.” Or something close to that I think.

The awesome thing about getting older is that sometimes you can marvel over things that you’d forgotten about. I’m kidding! I’m not that bad……………yet.

I know some of you slower readers will never get the gag. That’s ok, you’re the Frappe’s version of the development league. And we dig you for that.

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