A chronology of prettyinpurple's journey into enemy territory, and experiences while there...

Last week, I began my long journey into enemy territory.

It has always been a dream of mine to see the Rockies in a different ballpark. Kind of one of those bucket list things: right up there with go to Spring Training. Just to be one of the fans on the otherside, a minority in the stadium, a speck of purple in a sea of orange.

All week, I have been surrounded by Giants fans, while I have not been confronted by any, but am cautious of the jerky-looking ones (gasp, they might post on MCC!), and have been getting mentally prepared to get called names, ridiculed, booed, and poured beer and thrown food at.

It is a nice place, this enemy territory I am in, many fans of other teams also find themselves here (Yankees, Red Sox, White Sox, Orioles, Nationals, Diamondbacks, Athletics, Mets, Dodgers, Padres, Angles, and even a Braves fan who approached me after the Rockies' amazing come-from-behind win).

But regardless of how nice a place it is, it is still enemy territory. It is still a game on the road for the Rockies, and a game they will have to win, even if they aren't at home. Hostility may look them in the face, but they must still play their best and hardest.

As a fan, venturing to enemy territory may not be welcomed by the fans of the enemy. It could even be dangerous. I will wear my colors to show what side I am on, and scream loudly for the team that I want to win the battle. Hostility may look me in the face, but I must still cheer my best and hardest.

My team needs me there.

And I will be there, Monday night, at 7:10 pm Pacific daylight time, watching my Rockies fight the Giants as I venture...

Into Enemy Territory...