Wednesday, July 15, 2009
That Would Be…
Actually, I kind of like that interview. There’s nothing wrong with the President of the United States getting in touch with his inner sports fan.
Not everything has to be politics. Not everything has to be confrontation. Not everything has to be “gotcha.”
Monday, October 15, 2007
So, Yeah, About Those Rockies…
Condolences to Diamondbacks fans and congratulations to the Rockies who are, for the first time in franchise history, heading to the World Series.
For the record? They’ve won 21 of their last 22 games and this one ended up being quite dramatic.
Rockies v/ D-Backs: Bottom of the 4th
D-Backs pitcher Micah Owings just gave up a three run homer to cap off a six run inning to a surging Rockies team that leaves the score 6-1. He knows what that means--everybody knows what it means. It means that the Diamondbacks have a much harder road to keeping from being swept. It means he might have just handed the Rockies the win. No player wants to feel that kind of responsibility. That young man just had a very bad day.
While he was walking off the field, though, his teammates were patting on the back, giving him what encouragement they can. Not an angry face, not a harsh word.
The Diamondbacks are a good team and a class organization. Owings will have much better days for them.
None of which changes the fact that I seem to be getting mighty comfortable on this bandwagon right now…
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Climbing on the Bandwagon
The Rockies swept the Phillies in grand fashion tonight. They won the first two games on the road and beat off a stingy Phillies in this third game, proving that their dramatic entry into this year’s playoffs was no fluke. This is just the second time that the Rockies have made the playoffs, and the first time that they have advanced past that first round. They did it not only by sweeping the Phillies, but by winning 17 or their last 18 games.
Congratulations to a persistent, scrappy team--and now I have to keep a promise. I’m climbing on the bandwagon and really looking forward to seeing the Rockies playing the Diamondbacks (the Rocks have a very slight edge in wins of the Diamondbacks this season). In case you hadn’t heard, it’s also worth noting the class of the organization in taking care of the widow and children of the coach from a farm team who died tragically earlier in the season.
The climb onto the bandwagon feels pretty good when it’s for a bunch of guys like this.
Colorado is proud of the Rockies tonight--great job and congratulations to all the Rockies players.
A little sympathy does go out to Charlie Manuel’s team--they seem like a bunch of good guys and it’s always tough to see the looks on the faces on the losing side.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Things I Like. Mostly.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Baseball’s Saving Grace
Once upon a time I had a small part of season tickets to Rockies games. The seats were great, I angled for a good mix of day and night games, and I cared very little about which teams were playing. I was seduced by the pure pleasure of those relaxed hours spent at Coors Field (one of the prettiest places to see a baseball game, I’d imagine).
Now, though, quite a few years later, I don’t just want to enjoy the day at the park. I want to see a competitive team--and the Rockies haven’t been that in a really long time.
So, I still go to the game (more because it means I get to play hooky than anything else) and I drink a drink, eat some junky, overpriced ballpark food, and cringe at just how tremendously bad the Rockies really are. For me, the tickets today were free. Thirteenth row almost directly behind home plate. What I don’t understand, though, is why some people still pony up for season tickets when the prices keep going up and the products stays consistently poor.
But the game does have one saving grace. One amazing saving grace.
Even better than watching the game is watching the girls at the game. Their blouses cut so low and their skirts cut so high that you can’t help but wonder if they are in a race to meet each other in the middle. Clingy summer dresses, pony tails, and miles and miles of beauty just waiting to be admired (if not precisely leered over--there is a difference, you know).
The game itself wasn’t worth the time, but the view might well have been worth whatever somebody paid for the season tickets I was mooching for the day.
It was definitely worth it for me.
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