"I want this one, this one and that one. Especially that black one." Throwback version of Bo Jackson.

For most of my life I spent a week every summer visiting Kansas City, Missouri. Technically, we spent most of our time in Lee's Summit, Missouri, but you get my drift. 

There are many wonderful memories from those visits. Playing "Hand and Foot" or "Skip-Bo" with my grandma. Digging through the boxes in the basement trying to find old toys. Driving a golf cart while my grandma taught me how to play golf. Kansas basketball camps. Basically, I loved Kansas City. I could even watch Seinfeld because it was on at 8!

The most fun I had, though, was going to Kansas City Royals games. We went to one game each summer. This was when they were still pretty good. We kept going while they sucked horribly but eventually our trips to Kansas City got less and less and the Royals games became a memory.

What I will never forget are three things. 1) How magical and gorgeous that stadium, with its fountains, seemed to a baseball obsessed boy. 2) My sister going to the bathroom and two minutes later George Brett unleashing a bomb into the fountains. 3) Bo Jackson.

Now, I was tiny when I saw Bo. 6 tops. One thing you will never forget is watching your hero strikeout ... how embaressing ... and then walk towards you (ok the dugout) and suddenly break a baseball bat over his thigh like it was a toothpick. So effortless. So powerful. So quick. I can't tell you much more about what went on back then, but I remember that clearly.