Springtime = Baseball!

This weekend, Julia and I attended a Colorado Rockies game at Coors Field. Coors Field is a gorgeous, spacious stadium, in one of the sunniest, most beautiful cities in America, complete with a waterfall and scenic rock garden, and renown for its homerun-inducing thin air. What more can you ask for as a baseball fan?

The problem is that the Rockies are pretty terrible. Don't get me wrong - I enjoy rooting for the underdog - after all, the Chicago Cubs are my favorite team, and they haven't won a World Series since 1908. But unlike the perennially struggling Cubs, who are willing to spend ludicrous amounts of money - arguably in a misguided manner, but hey, at least they're trying - to win, the Rockies seem built to lose, and the owners don't really seem to care. At the game we saw, they committed some pretty embarassing errors, displayed an anemic offense, and eventually collapsed in a 10-5 loss to the Kansas City Royals (yes, the Royals).

Interestingly, on the light rail trip to the stadium, most of the people in our car were there for the game, but you couldn't tell by looking at them, save for a baseball hat or two. Whereas on the el train to Wrigley Field, people are excited and dressed to the nines in Cubs paraphernalia, people on the way to a Rockies game largely look like they're going to the mall. As the friendly dude sitting across from us said, "I'm just going to party on the Rockpile - every once in a while someone will ask about the score, but I'm just like 'Hey - throw me a hot dog!'".

Actually, now that I think about it, that guy knows exactly what he's doing.