Huston Street's blown save absolutely should not allow us to forget the awesomeness of the bottom of the eighth last night.  If you are sufficiently numb, masochistic or very strong, I filmed (very amateurly on a still digital camera) the bedlam that ensued after what surely must be now known as the Rocktober Yorvit Special:  a lead-giving-bases-clearing-double-over-the-center-fielder's-head:

It was symbolic in many ways.  The Rockies were kicking, screaming and fighting until the end - a glorious, wild, and entertaining finish.  Yet it just would not be enough.

As it is, the future looks bright:

I have a small handful of other photos after the jump.

It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

Anticipation in the top of the ninth.

You just can't mind your view being blocked by a Rocktober towel.

Pedro Martinez  was hounded by dozens of Rockies fans for a souvenir ball, and he walked away as if deaf.  Moments later, he unleashed a backwards, no-look underhand popup into the seats and watched as surprised Rockies fans shoved each other out of the way for the ball.  He passed out at least a half dozen balls, mostly to children, and from what I could tell, all Rockies fans.