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KANSAS CITY, Mo. _ These days, I'm feeling an awful lot like Jor-El, Superman's father, who spent the last days of his life warning everybody that the planet Krypton was going to blow up. That Jor-El, he wasn't much fun at parties. Anyway, nobody believed him, and the planet blew up, and everybody died, except Superman, of course, who was sent off in a spaceship, landed in a Kansas cornfield and soon found out how primitive earthlings were, especially the Kansas School Board.
Yes, I feel like Jor-El because, got to tell you, I'm scared to death about the Kansas City Royals' future. And hardly anybody else looks worried at all. These days, it seems, everybody in town believes the Royals will be just fine. Three days ago, the baseball owners refused to vote on Miles Prentice as owner, which appears, on the surface, …