A baseball season is long enough that any successful team will invariably slump, break out of it, and with hindsight be able to point to the year's largely symbolic turning point. For the Royals' narrative, that turning point was the clubhouse valiantly overcoming its crippling addiction to mobile gaming.
This poor kid was stuffed inside a hot dog costume and entered into a race with two other kids: Ketchup and Relish. Our friend was Mustard and as soon as he made the turn down the right field line his pants started falling down. It was only a matter of time, then. He ate it so hard, and then he ate it again.