The Existential Farce Of A Royals Pitching Change  I believe
there is a hell, and it's always early September there. Your
team is long out of playoff contention, forever playing out the
string, yet the season never ends. Just meaningless game after
meaningless game, and football is supposed to start soon, but it
never comes. The game goes to extra innings every time, because
nine innings of boring, pointless baseball isn't punishment
enough. There are many pitching changes. And when the manager
does make his slow, slow walk to the mound and signals for the
righty, there are always two righties warming up and the bullpen
isn't sure which one he wants. The huddled players gesture
fruitlessly, but clarity and resolution never come. On and on,
for ever and ever.  Ned Yost and the Royals would eventually
wave Greg Holland into the ballgame. He would take the loss in
the 10th inning.