We gave ourselves an 75 minutes between leaving the Denver Zoo and the start of the game between the Colorado Rockies and Cincinnati Reds on Sunday. After all, GPS told us the trip between the two downtown landmarks was merely a few miles and 15 minutes or so.
George Three didn’t fancy the in-city driving, so I got back behind the wheel. Traffic wasn’t bad until we got near the ballpark, the phone voice didn’t tell me to turn when I was supposed to get into the big lot, I needed to drive past and find a side street to make a U-Turn …
I fought my way back across three lanes, made a left down off the elevated bridge and onto a side street, and found a satellite lot for a mere $10. We walked back up to the main drag, stopping to buy six much-needed bottles of water from some dude with a cooler at a buck a bottle. Deal.
Coors Field looked fine from afar.
Up close, we noted further the glut of cars. And people. There was no line at the box office windows, bowever, which puzzled me slightly.
I walked right up and asked the rep in which sections I could purchase six seats together.
She told me we’d not be attending this game unless I was willing to pay big bucks. I had plastic in my pocket and didn’t much cotton to the thought of telling the sweet gang waiting behind me to walk back to the car game-less. I asked what was up. “We’re almost sold out,” she said. “You can sit up behind the foul pole for $50 or behind home plate for $80.”
This New Yorker, a lifelong Mets fan, thought the price for outfield upper deck seats was outlandish. Behind the plate for less than a century note, though … Transaction completed.
Nice stadium, I thought. Nothing real fancy.
But the seats were something special, indeed, as advertised. They were behind the screen for protection from those nasty balls fouled straight back, some two-dozen rows up from the field and safely in the shade.
With my iPhone 6 zoomed to the max, I was able to get comfy with the pitcher and batter.
Karen, Elisabeth and George Three approved, while Drew and Kimi were out scouting for food and such.
Coors Field lived up to its reputation as a hitters’ ballpark. They say the thin air helps the baseball carry. And, how.
In the bottom of the third, the home squad clouted three home runs.
The Rockies smacked the horsehide and the fans stood and cheered. Repeatedly. I started standing and yelling, too. It was hypnotic, all that hitting and scoring.
Coors Field has quite a routine when a member of the Rockies hits a homer. A loud tune rocks and the fountains behind the center-field fence dance.
Not even a pitching change in the middle of the inning helped. Another long fly carried over the fence.
It’s not often a baseball fan gets to see 10 runs scored by a team in one inning. I told Karen we’d have to go to four or five Mets games to see them score that many.
I took a trip to the concessions thereafter. After a look-see, I went for the New York dog, with kraut and spicy mustard. The green peppers under the kraut surprised me when I got back to my seat and unwrapped the dog. We do not put peppers on our hot dogs in New York, Colorado makers. Sausage, yes.
The Rockies won 17-7. I was not surprised. On a trip to the men’s room, a flier on the wall had informed me as to why this game between two teams a colletive 20 games below .500 had drawn more than 40,000 fans. It was Faith Day. There was a concert by popular Christian artist Michael W. Smith after the game. We did not stay.
Tomorrow: Walking along a creek
Tuesday: Way, way up
What’s the highest scoring baseball game you remember seeing, and what teams were playing? What’s your favorite stadium antics to celebrate a home run? What is your favorite photo, and why?