Sunday night, the Royals beat the Anaheim Angels 8-3 in what seemed surreal to what the Royals are accustomed to. Catching fire this postseason, the Royals have now continued their streak to six postseason wins, leading 2-0 now in the American League Championship against the Baltimore Orioles. Everyone, including myself, at game three on Sunday, came together as a city, putting it all out on the field. 29 years later, it’s our time to take the crown.

The Angels’ best record in majors throughout the regular season did not hamper the Royals unstoppable confidence. Minus the home run given up right off the bat to possible MVP Mike Trout, the Royals bounced back strong, savaging the Angels starting pitcher, C.J. Watson, causing an early conclusion to his night. In the bottom of the first, the Royals abused Watson for consecutive singles and a walk to lead to an Alex Gordon double altering the score to 3-1 and changing the tide of the game towards the Royals.

Royals didn’t stop the pressure. No matter the amount of bullpen changes Angels manager Scioscia made, the game never got better for Los Angeles. Hosmer and Moustakas continued their home run streak from their walk off runs from game one and two into Sunday night, connecting in the third and fourth.

 The Royals showed brilliance on the field as well. Lorenzo Cain had two back-to-back diving catches, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up to the roar of the crowd. Each catch stirring a fire in the heart of every Royals fan out there that it was our game to be won. Defense proved key to the Royals sweep of the Angels, only allowing six runs all series.

Gleaming around me were eyes of devoted fans, burning with determination. Everyone knew it was our time to reclaim the crown. Every pitch drew a flurry of white and blue towels, the whip of my towel in the brisk autumn air bringing me more into the game and the Royals. The hospitality and general atmosphere of the game was beautiful. Fans next to me became my family by the end of the night, hugging and high-fiving as the game progressed. The game ended with rain pelting my skin, battering my eyes as I rapidly blinked through it. Stretching my arms out wide and looking up into the descending water droplets, the moment couldn’t have been more flawless for Kansas City.