The Rockies Rock!
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I started my vacation, from work, on Saturday, June 7th. I say â€śfrom workâ€ť because this was going to be anything but a vacation. We are painting our house. The outside. The part of the house that defends me against the rain, snow, and high UV Colorado sunshine. The part of the house that needs regular maintenance and a coat of paint every decade or so. Oops. Itâ€™s been fifteen year since we last painted and it shows. On the â€śThis Sucksâ€ť scale, painting the house is below Root Canal. It is below cleaning up after the toilet overflows. It is even below IRS audit (unless you have been a reallllly bad boy). It is above Death, but until you reach the point where all the prep work is done, you are not positive of that. On Saturday, June 7th, all of the prep work was definitely not done.
I had worked on prepping the house all day on the previous two weekends, and for at least 1 Â˝ hours each day after work for the past two weeks.
Then on Monday when I expected to start, we had to spend the whole morning deciding on and getting a different paint color.
Oh, and did I mention that after we finally got started on Monday, a City vehicle pulled up in front of my house. I was thinking â€śWhat, do I need a building permit to paintâ€ť I should have been so lucky. The man gets out of his truck, introduces himself and tells me that they have a report of high water usage at this address and need to check for leaks.
Now why did I just spend four paragraphs telling you all of this? Because the only thing that kept me from throwing everything into the air, pounding a â€śFor Saleâ€ť sign into the ground, and drinking the stock price of Adolph Coors up a buck a share, was that I had secured prime seats for the Colorado Rockies game on Wednesday. Now these were not the best seats in the house. But, it would be hard to live on the difference.
Game time was at , and I wanted to be there an hour early to enjoy Coors Field a bit. It is a fun place just to wander around. You can walk completely around from the inside promenade. But, we had too many last minute things to attend to. We ended up getting there about . Our tickets game with a much coveted parking pass. We parked in the
We had had a late lunch, so neither of us were hungry yet, so we skipped the concessions and went right to our seats. As expected we were stopped and asked to show our tickets. The guys looked at them, gestured behind him, and said â€śRight that way, a long way downâ€ť Just what you want to hear. The day was definitely improving. We got to our seats, right on the aisle, and admired the view.
The ground crew was working on the infield.
It wasnâ€™t long before it was time for the National Anthem and the first pitch. The
We did enjoy the game, even with the teenagers sitting across the aisle from us. There was one kid, obviously knowledgeable of the game based on his comments, who thought the height of baseball enjoyment was to heckle almost every home player that came up. That could be forgiven, to a degree, if he had been a Giants fan, but he was wearing a Cubs cap. Figures. My limited experience with Cubs fans is that they have developed the habit of tearing down the opponents, verbally, as they have had such dismal teams to heap praise upon. If your team canâ€™t climb the mountain, trying bring the opponent down. This lasted most of the game. One home town fan finally told him to give it a rest. And wouldnâ€™t you know it, at the end of the inning the verbal abuse he had heaped upon the hometown heroes was rewarded with Giants catcher (Benji Molina) throwing him the ball.
I had my own opportunity with a foul ball, but it went off my fingertips and I couldnâ€™t get my hand wrapped around it. I had planned to bring my glove, which would have insured success, but I couldnâ€™t remember where I had put it. Grrrrrr. But, not matter, I had gotten a ball the last trip to Coors Field, and one canâ€™t be stingy. I didnâ€™t see who ended up with it, but I hope a kid got it. There were plenty around, but the adults both outnumbered and out muscled them.
The game itself went quickly, and in a historic manner. The
It had been a great diversion and was definitely what I needed to get my mind back to the state that I call normal, but causes eye rolls in my wife. The best part was that I was still on vacation, the house was almost completely done, and I had talked myself into spending a couple of days in the mountains as a reward!