Went to the Rockies-Pirates game at Coors Field last night dressed in two ski jackets and long johns. I wore my Rockies cap rather than a ski cap-big mistake.
It was in the high 40's at the 6:10 game start. The wind came up from the north and the temp went down from there.
First a group of five young ladies sat a few rows in front-one wearing a sleeveless T-shirt (over her winter coat, of course) with Eliza-Bitchin' Bride-Last Chance. I wondered what "last chance" could mean. Maybe I should have asked........Naaaaa. There was an elderly guy with a Rockies jersey seated the front row of our section. He had the name "Banner Jack" on the back. Every time they introduced a Rockies player, B' Jack would hold up a sign with the player's name and number and encourage fans to cheer for the player. That went OK for the first couple innings but the fans got tired of it. B' Jack got frustrated but didn't give up. A couple of innings later B' Jack announced as he was leaving the section but he would be right back. No one seemed to care but Jack. You know how old guys and their bladder are. People like this give us seniors a bad rep.
Just when I thought I had see almost everything, a vendor came by with a backpack that dispensed Margaritas-$7 (the guy in front of me had two). Later that guy talked a friend into going with him to the front of the section to encourage our section to do the "wave" (the most useless thing in sports). Through the intervention of a "higher being" it failed. Later another section started the "wave" and it succeeded. The "higher being" must have been at the concession stand.
After freezing for seven and a half innings, I left to beat the traffic. That succeeded and I made great time coming home until I hit a snow storm at the west end of the Denver Metro but the roads were fairly dry and I got home with no problems.
BTW-the Rockies won 4-1. Great night for baseball.