The Royals, these Royals, these unkillable machines, will be out of the race when they are mathematically eliminated from playoff contention, and even then, not until this fact is verified by three credible outlets.
But the double blow of them losing Alex Gordon and Mike Moustakas in the same collision/near miss–the latter gone for the season with an ACL tear–is a brutal blow for the defending champions, who are already off to an underwhelming 24-22 start. Gordon had stumbled out of the gate offensively, but Moustakas was second on the team in home runs despite only playing 27 of Kansas City’s 46 games, and together they hobble the left side of the Royal defense that would otherwise has been and would be considered elite.
There were many reasons why the Royals dynasty–back-to-back AL pennants and 270 victories in three seasons deserves some kind of recognition–was due to end this year. Their reliance on extraordinary relief pitching, otherworldly outfield defense, and playing their savant catcher every damn day has always ran the risk of suddenly entering a deep decline at any moment, and the willingness to hang most of their innings on mediocre starters yet again was tempting fate.
But if this is the reason they fall from the top, if grim injury is what ends their torment of the AL Central, it will be a shame.
The Royals have been nothing short of perfect foils of the White Sox for the last four seasons. Almost every pitching probables matchup between the two seems like it portends a walkover for Chicago, only for the Royals to defeat them with almost mocking precision while the Sox bleed value at every margin. This has mostly come while the two franchises have been at polar opposite points in their competitive cycles, but a proto-version of these Royals helped kill the Sox playoff bid at the end of 2012.
As tiresome as seeing the same movie can be, and as much as I never need to hear Hawk Harrelson to make the same talking point about high contact rate and “Kansas City specials” again, the Royals’ run is one of the more truly remarkable developments I have observed since I began writing. They have expanded my mind in how I understood what a competitive team can be, and I am thankful for the havoc they have wreaked on my assumptions.
In the wake of my sabermetric awakening, the important push in improving my analysis is moving beyond the different brand of rigidness that a new approach to seeing value can engender. As open minded as I might have thought I was, I still gravitated toward placing faith in teams that made their hay with top of the rotation starters that soaked up innings, and “stable” hitters who avoided peaks and valleys with walks and power.
The Royals defied that, or at least challenged it, with their waves of “lucky” singles that just never ended, a bullpen back end that made the ‘six-inning game’ cliche seem real, and causing havoc with speed to prop up an offense that pre-2015 read like it should be objectively bad. By the time this Royals group finally reached the mountaintop, they defied it a little less, but their mark had already been made. As intensive as covering baseball can get, it can all start to run together at a point. I had to look up just now to remember which one of the Giants World Series teams dominated with their slate of aces, which one was actually an average pitching staff, and which was flat-out pretty bad at it. And an attempt to recall off-hand the details of each Cardinals playoff contender of the last decade would be even harder.
But I will remember these Royals, partly because who could forget a team that so relentlessly tormented the team I cover, but more because you remember who proves you wrong and alters your thinking. If they shrug off these seemingly devastating injuries and keep grinding the division to dust, I’ll remember them even more, but I won’t be as surprised, and I have them to thank for that too.
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