So!

I have lots to tell you about; seeing David Sedaris tonight, my big new promotion, boarding school, etc. But! I have signed up for NaBloPoMo so I’m saving all of that for the glorious (or perhaps, horrific) month of November.

And if you look to your right, you’ll notice a lovely button declaring my intension to torture myself for the entire month ahead. I will tell you my reasons for joining NaBloPoMo, however. As you may have noticed, I haven’t been posting regularly lately. Maybe we could even go further and say, I haven’t been posting MONTHLY. As I mentioned a few days ago, I have plenty of time to blog these days and no reason not to, so here we go. It’s a wonderful way to force myself to get back into the flow of things.

I don’t want to waste all of my creative juices so with that I bid you farewell. And I’ll see you every day for a month starting on Thursday. Pity me!

I was never really a big sports fan. In high school we were required to participate in some sort of after school activity, so I’ve played softball, volleyball, ran cross country, and I’ve been a cheerleader. I’ve been around sports for awhile, but never really been one for watching sports. Until lately.
I don’t know if you’ve heard yet, but the Colorado Rockies are going to the world series. This is huge. The franchise started 14 years ago, and this is the first time they’ve gone to the world series. Normally this wouldn’t mean anything to me, but since we moved to Denver it has taken on a whole new meaning. You see, when it’s a nice day and there’s nothing better to do, we head on down to Coors Field, buy four dollar “Rockpile” tickets, and enjoy ourselves watching America’s favorite pastime. We started going to Rockies games so often that I actually started learning the player’s names and caring whether or not they won. I actually started getting into the games, which was new for me.

Of course by the time they made it to the League series I was hooked. I found myself forgoing my favorite TV shows in order to watch the Rockies games. It became even sweeter the night that they beat the Padres to get into the championships. I was home alone, as I normally am, hooting and hollering at my television set excitedly as the 9th inning wound to a close. As soon as the game was over I stepped out onto my front porch to smoke a cigarette. Not two seconds later I heard fireworks. I looked up and saw the colorful reflections in the scattered clouds and it hit me, this is my team. I understood the home town team pride.

Given the newly formed history between the Rockies and myself, I feel compelled to attend at least one of the world series games that will be played in Denver this weekend. Also, next Monday is my birthday, so I decided that tickets to the game will be my birthday present. Monday at 10:00 tickets went on sale. I, along with every other person in the state of Colorado, waited with baited breath for the moment when we could purchase our tickets to history. My entire office shut down at five minutes till ten, everyone anxiously staring at the computer screen hoping to be one of the lucky 60,000 people that would actually be blessed with entrance into the stadium.

For an hour I sat refreshing the explorer window, hoping to see something other then “This Page Cannot Be Displayed”. The group of co-workers that I sit near were joking about how we were going to eat lunch, or go to the bathroom without being able to get up from our desks. I listened for shrieks of joy from people that had gotten their tickets. And heard none. Finally after well over an hour I pulled up the local news station’s website only to see that the Rockies server had crashed and ticket sales had been suspended. Rats. Or not? Only about 500 tickets had been sold, which meant that I still had a chance. I read somewhere that someone did a study of the amount of revenue that the city of Denver lost while everyone was trying to get Rockies tickets and the number came out to $36,000,000.
As if that weren’t enough, it started all over this morning. Tickets went on sale again at 12:00 today. Again, my entire office of over 500 people, all but shut down while everone tried to score some tickets. Two hours later, we finally heard that the games were sold out. I haven’t heard of a single person that was actually lucky enough to buy tickets. I felt let down, pissed off. Similar to the way I felt after I campaigned so hard for Howard Dean only to have my efforts thwarted by his infamous scream. But then this afternoon I stopped to think about it, and I realized that the whole ordeal of the past two days would live in my memory forever. I can watch the game at a bar downtown this weekend and be surrounded by the energy of this fantastic city without having to pay $8 per stadium beer, and I will always have the memory of how much adrenalin flowed through the office the day(s) Rockies world series tickets went on sale. That’s enough for me.