Unfortunately, the experience was a bit marred by the presence of the dregs of society all around us, aka, the Cardinals fans. They were special people. There were the shrieking, arguing, apparently unattended children behind us. There was the deeply unpleasant woman sitting next to Dustin who complained about everything (she snagged the poor Sno-cone kid and chewed his ear off about the rain delay… because it was clearly his decision to delay the game). Then there was the rain delay itself – fortunately, it just delayed the start 30 minutes, but still annoying. So overall, it was a bit tough to fairly judge the stadium itself. I liked it.
As for the game (Rockies vs. Cardinals), by the bottom of the 6th inning, things weren’t looking good. The Rockies were down 9-2 and had left 12 men on base. We were watching the Cardinals win for the 2nd time in a row, and our home-team winning streak was clearly ending.
By the bottom of the 9th inning, the score was 9-3, it was raining, and the park was largely empty. Only foolish people like us stick around to watch games die.The first batter got a hit. I’m thinking to myself, “Seriously, it’s late, I’m tired and rather chilly, let’s just get this over with.” The second batter lined out. I’m thinking, “Ok, two more of those and we’re out of here. And then another hit. And then a walk/passed ball/runner scores. And then… HOME RUN!
Now it’s 9-7… then a double… then another out (“Oh great,” I said,” they’re just prolonging the heartbreak.” I have no use for optimism). And then a hit. And then a hit. And then a hit. And then another 3-run HOME RUN for the win!!! Holy cow. It was crazy. Clearly, Dustin and I have home-team winning powers beyond human comprehension. People were chanting and cheering so that we could hear it all the way back to our car. Not only was it an amazing 9th inning (I mean, a 9-run 9th? Really?), but the Cardinals lost. Hooray!Game 8: Success! We are more powerful than the Rally Monkey.
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