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I Chose to Be a Rockies Fan

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I have only lived in Colorado for a little over one year of my life, but it is a place that continually calls to me, especially during the hot summers here in Texas. Because Colorado has always been a special place to me, I chose to be a Rockies fan as soon as it was announced that the area would get an expansion team. I was living in New York City in 1992-93, and when I saw that the Rockies would be beginning their very first season on the road against the Mets, I made my way to the Mets ticket office and bought tickets for that opening series. The novelty of sitting in a ballpark and watching a new team play its very first game, a team with literally no on-field history, was unique. When the Rockies lost that opener 3-0, I went to the second game and managed to see the first run in team history, a solo home run by Dante Bichette.


I moved to Colorado in 1994 and saw several games at Mile High Stadium, including the first complete game shutout by any Rockies pitcher (and 8-0 win over the Astros, pitched by David Nied). And in 1995, I got to see the very first game ever played at Coors Field, all freezing 14 innings of it.


Circumstances took me away from Colorado in the summer of 1995, but I try to catch a Rockies game whenever I visit Denver. And I see the Rockies play in a lot of road games too. I’ve seen the Rockies play in 10 different ballparks: Shea Stadium, Mile High Stadium, the Astrodome, Coors Field, The Ballpark in Arlington, Chase Field, Minute Maid Park, Wrigley Field, Turner Field, and Busch Stadium.


And I was caught in the fervor of 2007, driving from Texas to Denver with my then-8-year-old son just to attend Game 3 of the World Series. We started for home as soon as the game was over, stopping to spend the night in Colorado Springs, arriving home in Fort Worth, TX in time to watch the last seven innings of Game 4 on TV.

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