Down By Six.

     Well...days at camp have finally come to an end, and while most of the kids are off to school this week, I've still got a month left of summer...and I intend to use it to the fullest extent. I spent a majority of my day yesterday doing something I do best: hopping on trains and running around Downtown Denver. Most of you know what happens when I get into the city...it's usually hard to keep up. Sometimes I even have a hard time catching up to myself. Maybe it's the runner in me, but I tend to just make direct beelines to places. I guess that's not necessarily a bad thing. After all, I was on a highly important mission - to grab a spot in line at Coors Field before all of the Rockpile tickets were picked over for the 6:40 Rockies/Dodgers game.

     DU was nice enough to pay for our seats, to celebrate our last day of work for the summer, and we needed a total of 15 tickets to get everyone in as a group. Needless to say, I was a bit concerned at first that they would all be gone by the time I arrived, but luckily my friend Joel and I were able to grab wristbands that would grant us 4 a piece...which left only 7 seats to go. I always love the people you tend to meet at Rockies games, and we got lucky after one of the guys behind us made a deal that he would buy us the remaining seats if we payed for his $1.00 senior discount. Sold.
     Rocks ended up losing pretty badly, but despite the rain, it was actually a really fun game to go to. I've never actually sat in the Rockpile before, and to be honest, the seats aren't too shabby for being around 4 bucks each...even if they don't have awnings, or cup holders, or snack guys, or real seats, or nearby gift shops, or Dinger visits, or a great view of home plate. It's worth 4 bucks.

     In addition to being able to hang out with a majority of the PASS Camp crew for one last time before we all spread out for the school year, my friend and fellow coach Jaceson, got the chance to take his son, Seth, to his first ever Major League game. I'm pretty sure Seth was more interested in his snacks than what was going on down on the field, but who could blame him? We're all tired of seeing the Rockies lose. It reminded me of when my dad used to take me to games as a kid. He'd always buy me Cracker Jacks. I'm sure I probably ruined a few good games for him by making him wait in line for an hour so that I could get my hat signed by Dinger. What's worse was that I was usually on the verge of tears by the time I got near him because he was so darn intimidating... but I wasn't scared...nope...not at all. We actually got to go together again, earlier this year on Fathers Day and I got the honor of meeting Dinger's dad. How many people can say they've done that?!