The end of baseball season is always a sad day, no matter when or how it ends. It means, among other things, that Saturday-afternoon errands will no longer be buoyed by the baseball on the car radio; that excuses to drink $9 drafts and yell at grown men are limited to Sundays; that this thing, this force, that's been with you every day since March is now officially in hibernation, stored neatly in the recesses of Coors Field (or wherever they keep these guys) until spring. Yeah, the playoffs will continue as scheduled. But around here, baseball season is very, very over.
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And how did it end? With a swift punch to the neck, thrown by some bastards from Philly.
This Rockies team, of course, was one of those teams you stand and applaud at season's end, even when they go down in purple-tinted flames. They're doing just that over at Purple Row, and Dave Krieger worked a couple of light claps into his column today:
When you're one out from a winner-take-all game against the defending champs and you find a way to give it all away, recriminations are inevitable. And the Rockies do have important questions to answer before gathering for their final spring training in Tucson.
But before we get to those, we should celebrate a band of brothers that brought the love of the game back to LoDo. This is a young team full of talent and promise whose main flaw is wanting to win too badly.
The question: Will the Rockies, between now and next September (or between now and ever), become a team you don't applaud unless the season ends with a parade through downtown? It's not likely, as that role is usually reserved for the rich guys on the coasts. But that's the goal for any baseball fan, and starting today, there's a whole lot of winter to discuss how the Rockies can make it happen.