Kansas City, My Home Town
Last night the Royals thumped the Yankees, taking a series from them in the Bronx for the first time since I was still in high school. It’s just might be fun to be a baseball fan in Kansas City again. Unfortunately this possible resurgence of our home town team coincides with the departure of one of the greatest sports writers of our time.
Joe Posnaski is moving to North Carolina and has written one of the most moving tributes to my Home town that I’ve ever read.. I, like many of the commenters, grew up reading Joe’s column in the Star every day, and up until he left for Sports Illustrated it was really the only reason to open the paper for anything other than starting up the grill.
Joe crystalizes not only the sights, sounds smells and history of KC, but also the sense of community. Even folks who have spent a short time here can attest to the neighborly atmosphere that exists everywhere in the town. When I was in college, I’d always get a tingle down my spine when I returned to the House at 520, but nothing like the feeling I got when I would emerge from the Arrowhead concourse and take in Arrowhead as I made my way down to row 6.
One of my fondest memories is the day that I cooked for a Law School recruiting picnic in Loose Park. It takes a while to cook 30 pounds of pork loin, and it takes an impressive cooker to handle 25 whole chickens at once. I sat in the parking lot all day, watching my temperature and talking to every person that walked by who asked about the cooker. Everyone was perfectly friendly and was happy to strike up a conversation.
To all my friends who have sadly moved away, my guest room is open for reservations after you read this piece.
It was made out of an old dairy tank, stainless steel and very shiny. Of course the smell of apple and mesquite didn’t exactly run people off either.↩