I wrote an editorial for Deadspin in the preseason about how the strongest argument for being a Rockies fan was that clearly there was no extrinsic value to becoming so whatsoever; diehard Rockies fans are the purest baseball fans there are because they give and give and give and realistically expect nothing.
But I was wrong. There was totally a benefit to supporting the Rockies loyally for the last four years and change: I now have a totally rad seat for every game Colorado will play at Coors during the postseason. The biggest ticket in Denver sports since the last time the Avs were in the Cup Finals, and I got one. Me! Before this year, whenever I wanted to go to a Rockies game I would take my acoustic guitar out to Pearl Street in Boulder and busk until I had enough money to pay for gas and an upper-deck seat. I've moved into a slightly higher income tax bracket this season and thus had a partial season ticket, but only one seat. I will be going by myself to each of the Rockies' postseason games, but I won't be going alone; I'll be carrying with me the hopes and well-wishes of a mounting bandwagon of Toaster readers. As more and more fans lose their horse in the World Series race, the higher the percentage of those viewers it is that turn their allegiances to Colorado. They're just super lovable. I'm not dumb enough to try fooling you guys by saying that I told you so (whatever, I've been the Rockies' single biggest naysayer for as long as I've lived in Boulder), but at least I know the players' names already. I was able to dazzle and surprise the guys sitting around me at the tiebreaker game Monday by successfully predicting which arm it would be for all 9 of the Rockies' pitching changes.
I keep going back and forth on stopping at the hardware store on the way to the game tomorrow and picking up a really nice old-fashioned straw broom. Would that be tempting the fates? Whatever, at this point the Rockies seem fateproof. If they win this series -- and I am not saying that they will, heaven forbid -- either matchup they could face in the NLCS would put all the pressure on the opposing team. Colorado is loose, they're lean, and they've got Ubaldo Jimenez and his tailing fastball that moves away from lefthanded hitters going against 400-year-old Jamie Moyer tomorrow.
Further proof that if there is perhaps no order there remains still justice in the universe: the Division Series on TBS gave baseball Dane Cook, Frank Caliendo, and the meaningless mood bracelet leadoff meter thingy, and baseball now might be giving TBS Rockies-Diamondbacks. Might be. It's too bad about the stupid flair, because on the whole TBS has been an improvement on ESPN, with a way higher percentage of intelligent, worthwhile analysts. Steve Stone should be calling a nationally televised game every day, he's so much better than most color guys -- the play-by-play guy will say something dumb, like about Willits stealing second in the current Angels-Red Sox game, and Stone won't yell or name-call, he'll just rationally explain why it's dumb. Steve, you still didn't deserve that Cy Young, but you can call my playoff games any time.
Wow, I am so excited to go to the game tomorrow that I can hardly sleep, but still I am glad that the Rockies got the late game in the Saturday NL playoff doubleheader. My seat in the rightfield boxes at Coors is (I maintain) the best view for the money in the pro game, but for a 5:00 start, the setting sun is directly in your eyes for the whole of a three-hour game. The Rockies don't normally don't start their home games at five and it comes as a relief that they won't have to tomorrow. Although I bet the sunlight coming over the mountains would reflect poignantly off of the shiny bristles of my new broom.