My Sports Life is a Rock Song: "The Final Countdown"

We're back with another installment of "My Sports Life is a Rock Song," the fabulously popular feature where we take a song title and make it a metaphor for what's happening in our world of sports. Most 80s rock sucks. No secret there. And most hair bands were really bad. Also not news. I think, however, that I've subconsciously been awaiting the opportunity to include Europe in this feature for one purpose or another, and it turns out that day is today. After the jump, analyze this thrown-together, poorly written attempt to blend sports and music, then promise to always come back for future installments. You're gonna love it.

With 16 games left in the season, I'm pleased (in a distorted kind of way) that there will be no talk of the Royals losing 100 ball games this year. No. Not much of an accomplishment. More importantly, I am disappointed to say that my hopes of the Royals threatening to play .500 ball are pretty much out of grasp. Right now, they're losing to Cleveland, and hold a record of 62-83, and are on comparable grounds with quite a few teams around the league. For instance, they're not as bad as San Diego or Seattle, or Washington or Pittsburgh, but that ain't no solace. They're right in the neighborhood of the Orioles, the Giants, the Reds, the Braves, and the Athletics, which is some pretty miserly company.

Perhaps when I hoped that they would nestle in around .500 this year, make a run at the Central next year, and be in the post-season in 2010, I was overly optimistic. There was of course the 12-game losing streak in the spring, and August was pretty much atrocious for KC, both of which derailed my grand scheme. They have shown improvement, however, so there's still hope. Dayton Moore fired the president of the scouting department earlier in the week, and there's a lot of better-than-decent youth on the roster right now. I'm hopeful that this upcoming off-season will be an exciting one, one that doesn't really involve any free-agent transactions, but rather flourishes with details of progressing talent in the minors, and in Latin America.

I'm thankful for all of the baseball I got to watch and listen to this season, thankful that there still is reason to believe that Moore and Trey Hillman can get this thing turned around. And of course, I'm thankful that my pretty bad baseball team's season will end, leaving me with an abundance of time to watch my pretty bad football team. Suh. Wheat.