Well-rounded royalty.

Last night I silenced the critics, the Royal Rogue is no longer a winter sport phenom. In addition to basketball and hockey, I have now taken over minor league baseball, at least in Albuquerque New Mexico.

Now granted, I deserve to debut in a better town that ABQ (I am tired of spelling that long and awkward name, so from here forth I decree that it will be called ABQ). But that is where I was stuck. So I made the best of it.

My team, the fabulous Tacoma Rainers, swept the feeble ABQ Dukes and started off a championship run with the King at the helm.

I was told baseball fans would be nonplused by the King’s presence, but that proved to be false since the arrival of the royal rogue caused a brouhaha in the stands.

Although the fans tried to support their team to victory, the greatness of the Rainers reigned. The King proved that the Rainers reigned supreme on that night in ABQ. The only blemish on the weekend is that I was not able to bask in the glory of the sweep. The Duke (ABQ’s mascot) made the mistake of crossing the King. Before the sweep was completed the Duke had me forcibly removed from the stadium.

Two mistakes here: 1. Laying a hand on the King, and 2. Stealing joy of victory from the royal rogue.

The Duke may have endeared himself to the fans and been the hero on April 10th, but he will pay dearly next time he faces the King.

–The King