Let the national media and every blogspot pundit list the reasons why Rockies fans don’t deserve the sheer elation we’re experiencing at the moment. Let them say the Simpsons has been around longer than our beloved team. Let them opine that Denver has no home-grown fanbase because the town is…
Here’s my impression of you begging me to write a blog about the Colorado Rockies: Adam, everyone is writing so much about the Rockies we really want to hear your perspective! We remember you championing them in print long ago this season; also, we remember your many tales about supporting…
After September 11, I told everyone I knew to invenst in defense stocks. I had no cash at the time. Google and Chipotle both had IPOs that I knew would hit huge. I had no money at the time that I didn’t spend on beer and Mexican food. I knew…
This is how the Rockies win the National League pennant. With class. No chest-beating, no trash-talking, no tear-them-down-to-get-us-going stuff. Just baseball. And teamwork. And no small bit of heart. And I know that’s just stuff that writers write about teams who win. Sometimes, it’s even true. For the Rockies, for…
What could be more surprising than the Rockies being in the World Series? Paris Hilton joining a nunnery? O.J. Simpson admitting that he not only killed his wife but also JonBenet Ramsey? Dick Cheney showing up at a session of Congress wearing a turban? Whatever your answer, the Rockies made…
To all those who’ve been rallying around the Rockies’ mythical performance, I have to hand it to you. Maybe even give you a pat on the head. Nice job. Really. You’re cute. You see, I’m a Red Sox fan. Not even a top-echelon fanatic; a minor devotee in the cult…
The Colorado Rockies’ current run is so beyond the hopes and dreams of even the most optimistic fan that it simultaneously inspires delight at the way events keep turning in the team’s favor and fear that the slightest cosmic miscalculation will bring the whole crazy streak to a premature end…
We here at Westword sat down with the sports section today and couldn’t remember hearing name one from tonight’s starting nine for the Arizona Diamondbacks. So we thought we’d put together a guide for you so you can watch the game and know what and who you’re talking about. Here’s…
The Colorado Rockies are the Clint Eastwood of the MLB playoffs: The team with no names. Sure, most fans and analysts are at least somewhat familiar with first baseman Todd Helton and left fielder (should-be) NL MVP Matt Holliday. But as Tony Kornheiser and countless other commentators have griped, that’s…
Maybe it’s time for us Broncos fans to get off our high horse. Over the past ten years, we’ve hoisted the Lombardi a couple of times, made the playoffs more often than not, won more regular season games than any other team, and ended the Patriots’ post-season win streak on…
We have no one to blame but ourselves. It’s not just that Colorado, and Denver specifically, has some of the most liberal marijuana laws in the country. We have the best weed too. What’s a guy like Travis Henry, who already has well-documented issues with temptation, supposed to do when…
Rockies playoff baseball – Catch the fever! At 1pm on a Thursday. Leave it to the MLB to schedule the Rockies first playoff series in 12 years (which, shockingly, is two years fewer than the last time the Phillies hosted a post-season game) smack-dab in between daytime TV paragons The…
Whereas it is pre-emptively acknowledged that all sports mascots lose their appeal to right-thinking adults who have not sustained head wounds, and; Whereas it has become widely known that we here in Denver play home to the absolutely worst carpet-covered, shit-and-Febreze-smelling, sorry excuse for a cheerleading, anthropomorphized cartoon fossil, and;…
Most close games in sports are reported as one of two mutually exclusive options: Either this team won it or that team lost it. It was surprising, then, that ESPN’s Tuesday afternoon coverage of the greatest baseball game ever played in the mountain time-zone turned into a treatise on instant…
Midway through the 13th inning, with the Padres beating the Rockies 8-6, I stepped out front for my umpteenth cigarette of the night and started thinking about the lede for this story. It went like this: On Earth Two, inside the recently discovered galaxy ESO 137-001, 200 million light years…
October 2, 2007 Dear Rockies Fans, I take it all back. I mean it this time, too. To those of you who sauntered into sections 119 through 142 two innings late, toting toddlers you didn’t protect from foul balls while you sipped microbrews and talked about anything but baseball: You…
My sister, a baseball fan who’s married to another baseball fan, called me just after midnight in New York City. We’re watching the game, she said. Here’s a question. Is the Colorado Rockies mascot a pentaceratops that turns around behind the plate and wiggles his hands at the pitcher or…
If you need to ask who Lance Armstrong is, try the next three-year-old who pedals by on a tricycle. If you want to know who Jan Ullrich, Ivan Basso and Roberto Heras are, ask the people chowing down on VeloNews veggie cakes and LeMond lemonade at the HandleBar & Grill…
As rain spits from a low gray sky one evening, Mike Bostwick, perhaps the best fly-caster in all of Colorado, stands by himself in Aurora’s Utah Park. An observer can tell it’s Mike Bostwick (he looks a little like Stalin, but much friendlier) because of his rugged-sportsman-looking shirt, on which…
He takes it. The gritty stoic wearing the dirty uniform and the tar-crusted batting helmet takes Kevin Brown’s 92-mile-an-hour fastball on the left forearm and, without so much as glancing back at the mound, takes his base. A week later, a wayward Pedro Astacio heater hits him flush in the…
Bizarre. Jerry Rice walks through the Broncos’ spring locker room, courteously introducing himself to teammates who were second-graders when he won the first of his three Super Bowl rings. It’s like Bruce Springsteen falling by to trade riffs with your kid’s garage band. Surreal. Rice announces, “Hi, I’m Jerry Rice”…
Chunk Foster graduated more than a decade ago from the University of Wyoming with a degree in communications, and when a friend jokingly recommended that they head to Florida to caddy for a season, he signed on without a second thought. It was just the sort of half-work, half-goof gig…
