When the Royals opened at the Stros a few years ago, transplanted midwesterners came out from under their rocks to mingle together and rally around a unifying, albeit disgusting, bond.
In the enchantingly ethnic diverse H-town where hookers dress like business women and business women dress like party girls, the Royals women looked strikingly white, pale and chubby.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I like assortments.
Besides, I’m sure they’re all complex, interesting and fascinating human beings so why objectify them, Junior?