Letter to the Colorado Rockies

Dear Rockies -

I had tickets to this game for nearly two months. When I bought them, I didn't expect a record like this. I didn't expect a six game losing streak or any of that. I could have stayed home.

Yeah right. The thought didn't even cross my mind. I knew your record was 15-27 and about the losing streak, and all that. Whatever. I've been good luck in the past. I guaranteed a win to everyone I knew, being the egoistical thing I am. But I have to say, I was honestly nervous on the drive down. What if you proved me wrong?

You didn't. It was a beautiful night for the game. Coors Field is pretty in the worst of times, and with the sun shining and Colorado remembering it's supposed to be spring, it was a wonderful night for baseball. It didn't start out so well, though, and I have to admit that watching a perfect game against you for five innings was a little disheartening.

But I bought a hot dog because it was baseball, and the kid was pitching amazingly. So I just waited, and then...voila. The magic came back. Not just the big guys, but up and down the lineup. You got a run. Herges gave it up, but I was counting on you to get it back. I went and got the obligatory ice cream so I wouldn't have to watch and by the time I got back, you were already working on tying it up.

It surprised me how many people were there and how loud they were. Apparently Denver still cares, and quite a lot. They stood up and yelled and got loud when the scoreboard suggested it. They were standing for the final two batters, cheering madly. I knew Fuentes wouldn't blow it. You were going to win. I'd guaranteed it. You weren't going to make a liar out of me now, at the very end.

I was the crazy one in the 25th row, left field field level. I did my spastic penguin dance during the 8th inning pitching change and screamed when you got your hits. I told you to do something useful with your lives, which you sometimes did and sometimes didn't.

So what I'm getting at through all of this is, who cares what your record is. I saw today the team from last year, and I remain absolutely convinced you'll turn it around. In a week, I will have graduated. In the past tense. This was in many ways a celebration for the end of the year, and you couldn't have made it better. I hope it's a celebration for you - for breaking the funk and getting into the good times.

So thank you for a wonderful evening at the ballpark, and here's to many more this season.

Yours truly,
Squeaky