On Friday September 21st, I attended the Colorado Rockies game, as they played the Arizona Diamondbacks. But this wasn't just any game. This was a fireworks game. And since th
On Friday September 21st, I attended the Colorado Rockies game, as they played the Arizona Diamondbacks. But this wasn't just any game. This was a fireworks game. And since there hadn't been any town fireworks because of the fires, this was a much better deal.
The game is something I would rather not talk about, because it was ugly. From the start. The Rockies pitching was utterly terrible and they couldn't hit the ball to save their lives. Starting pitcher Drew Pomeranz lasted only three innings and the Rockies ended up blowing up their bullpen. Not that that mattered, the season only had a handful of games left and the Rockies were on the verge of losing 100 games. Fortunately, they only lost 98. Small consolation prize.
As I watched the game from my seat in right field, I had to keep reminding myself that there would be fireworks afterwards. But I always seem to have fun at Rockies games, even though, for as long as I can remember, they seem to lose. The final score ended up being 15 to 5 in favor of the Diamondbacks. Not pretty.
While I waited for the fans in left and left-center to make their way onto the field to watch the fireworks, I finally noticed that the temperature had dropped considerably. So I pulled wind pants on over my shorts. The fireworks, while they woke you up with a jolt, were amazing. Loud, but effective. Lots of different effects. Some went all over the place, some exploded multiple times. It felt like I had had Fourth of July. Finally.
I walked out of the park happy, even though the Rockies had lost.