by Guest » Wed Apr 02, 2003 8:05 pm
Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:Nobody lives and dies by the Rockies.
The fans out here really are lousy.
True, and there's two reasons for that... 1) the utter mismanagement of the Rockies over the years, and 2) the sheer perfection of going to a Rockies game.
I don't love baseball any more, but I still strongly like it, and when I go to a game in other cities (Atlanta, Baltimore, St. Louis, other areas I frequently find myself in) -- I mostly concentrate on the game.
But in Colorado, the weather's always a perfect 75 degrees except in April (and October, but ha-ha, the Rockies won't be playing in October for some years!), they serve Fat Tire at the stadium, the seats are comfortable, there's a bevy of beautiful Colorado women around, and oh, about the sixth inning, an astonishing sunset over the stadium horizon.
I go to that, and midway through the game, I'm drunk, happy, leering, and completely unaware that there's baseball going on.
Whereas at Braves games, the seats are uncomfortable, the beer sucks, it's hot and sticky, and so I'm able to maintain yelling "Larry" and "how's your wife" at Chipper Jones in a derisive manner throughout.
Greg
[quote="Ice Cream Jonsey"][quote]Nobody lives and dies by the Rockies.[/quote]
The fans out here really are lousy.
[/quote]
True, and there's two reasons for that... 1) the utter mismanagement of the Rockies over the years, and 2) the sheer perfection of going to a Rockies game.
I don't love baseball any more, but I still strongly like it, and when I go to a game in other cities (Atlanta, Baltimore, St. Louis, other areas I frequently find myself in) -- I mostly concentrate on the game.
But in Colorado, the weather's always a perfect 75 degrees except in April (and October, but ha-ha, the Rockies won't be playing in October for some years!), they serve Fat Tire at the stadium, the seats are comfortable, there's a bevy of beautiful Colorado women around, and oh, about the sixth inning, an astonishing sunset over the stadium horizon.
I go to that, and midway through the game, I'm drunk, happy, leering, and completely unaware that there's baseball going on.
Whereas at Braves games, the seats are uncomfortable, the beer sucks, it's hot and sticky, and so I'm able to maintain yelling "Larry" and "how's your wife" at Chipper Jones in a derisive manner throughout.
Greg