Game 1

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the KC Nine that day,
the score stood 4 to 3 with but one inning left to play.
And when Salvy grounded out to shortstop who quickly threw to first,
the faithful Royals fans could have begun to fear the worst.

But not a single soul went into deep despair. The best
left fielder in the league wore “Royals” across his breast;
they thought if only Gordo could get but a whack at that –
they’d put up even money, now, with Alex at the bat.

But he had to face Familia, a closer with many a save,
his pitches were fast and nasty, they caused many a swing and wave.
As Joe Buck lauded the Mets pitcher with Bumgarner like praise,
the hackles of all the Royals fans again began to raise.

Then from 40,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell,
it rumbled through the “K”, and empty Arrowhead as well;
it knocked upon I-70 and two guys dressed as cats,
for Gordo, mighty Gordo was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Gordo’s manner, as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in Gordo’s bearing and determination on his face.
There was pine tar on his jersey, and even more upon his hat,
no stranger in the crowed could doubt ’twas Gordo at the bat.

Every eye in KC was on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt,
the KC fans applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the Mets reliever ground the ball into his hip,
defiance gleamed in Gordo’s eyes, a sneer curled Gordo’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Gordo took a mighty swing filled with power and much flair.
A mighty crack was heard by many, bat upon the ball,
Met’s fans hung their heads in silence as it cleared the outfield wall.


The game was now tied, giving the Royals some new found life,
the air was thick with tension, you could cut it with a knife.
We’re going to extra innings, more baseball in Game 1,
If all games are like this one, this series will be fun.

Eddie Volquez pitched six innings, then came Danny, Kelvin and Luke,
then Wade Davis and Ryan Madson proved the KC Royals were no flukes.
Chris Young then pitched three innings and could have gone all night,
proving that the Royals bullpen was just that far out of sight.

It’s still tied in the fourteenth inning, Esky hits a hard ground ball,
the Met’s veteran captain makes an error, their backs again against the wall.
Ben Zobrist let drive a single, the Royals would not be deterred,
the Royals now had two runners, at first and at third.


They walked the bases loaded, scared of Lorenzo Cain,
Royals fans began to wonder if the Mets manager was insane!
Again the “K” was rockin’, even though it was getting late,
for Hosmer, mighty Hosmer was advancing to the plate.

Bases loaded, no one out, Mets need a triple play,
after fourteen innings that would be a crazy way to end the day!
The count was even at 2-2, Hosmer was protecting the precious dish,
he hit the ball to right field, his bat did make a swish.

Esky tagged up to advance to home on the deep fly ball,
Granderson made the catch and threw mightily, giving it his all.
But in the end the Royals won it, game one was far from a rout,
One lesson learned by faithful Mets fans, never count our Royals out!


By Lorne Willard, long time Royals fan, with apologies to Ernest Thayer author of “Casey at The Bat”.

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