4/27/10 Rockies vs Marlins Game Two
Today was perfect baseball weather. Not too hot, not too cold exacty the way I like it.
Hunter, Mylee and I were ready to snag some baseballs, eat some NERDS, and watch the Rockies get even with the D-Backs for the embarassing loss at Coors the previous night.
As I was heading over to my spot in the pavilion I watched a BP homer strike about halfway up the pavilion bleachers. It bounced, stayed low and rolled a few feet from me. I gave that ball to Mylee and Matt Belisle tossed her up her second.
Both of Hunters snags today were toss-ups. One was tossed directly to him but he couldn’t tell me who the player was. The second ball was tossed to him, intercepted by Robert and then given to Hunter.
The three baseballs tossed up to my kids were all from Rockies. Thank you.
Doing what I do I believe I’ve developed some good people watching skills and I’m convinced that I’m pretty good at getting a feel for how people are.
Today I ran into the father, two daughter and son family who don’t attend batting practice very often. I’d say the son was 13-ish or so and the kid had some decent baseball snagging skills. Unfortunately for me he was lacking in some baseball snagg’n etiquette.
With his father watching but oblivious, this pubescent youth managed to crawl up underneath me as I was focusing on a BP homer and snag that baseball from under me. I was like “HUH, what was that?“.
Baseballs were being hit all over the pavilion at that moment so I just blew it off.
Fifteen minutes later I’m stretched out reaching up as high as I can trying to catch another BP homer that’s headed right for me. Out of nowhere…AGAIN…. the same kid reaches over the top of me and catches the ball. Then he lost his balance, fell forward landed on me…Ok that’s two.
Let me preface this story. I attend batting practice to relax and think exclusively about catching baseballs. Now after this all I’m thinking about this kid running wild and why the F#%K this kids father is still watching these events but acting like nothing is happening?
So…I make what I think is a smart call and move far away from the kid and go higher up in the paviilion. You may be asking yourself..”D..Why didn’t you move to right field or a different section in the Pavilion?
Valid point oh faithful blog reader…Here’s my answer…”NO baseballs were hit to right field at all and very few into the center part of the pavilion. My little section was rocking for a change. So when it’s raining baseballs you stay”
My last chance at a BP homer for the day was one that landed four rows in front of me. I ran down on top of the bleachers until I positioned one row behind where the ball landed, I bent over the top of the bleacher so I could locate the ball and and scoop it up. Next thing I know BAM, I get clipped in the head by the same kid’s knee as he’s running down the same row I’m leaning into.
When he did that he kicked the baseball out of my reach and then he casually reached down and picked it up.
Normally that wouldn’t have hurt too much but I’ve been recovering from a severe neck strain and when the kid clipped my head I saw a white flash and then stars. After a few mumbled unsavory words I gathered my wits, backed up and got the hell away from that kid.
Then I spent five minutes glaring his old man down but he didn’t have a clue.
I can’t do anything to the kid so I wanted to let his dad know he’s Number 1 in my book.
Batting practice ended without any further incidents. Earlier I had watched Dan catch a baseball and give it to a little girl who was there with her little sister and her mom and dad. The other little girl didn’t have a ball so I asked her parents if I could give her one.
She accepted it and I could tell she was glad she had one just like her sister. With that I felt better and the kids and I headed over to the Rockies dugout.
Hunter and Mylee went up close to the field hoping for an autograph and I hung back to take some pictures.A younger guy in his twenties(as usual I can’t remember his name) walked up while Geoff and I were chatting about home run catches and player worn jerseys that he owns. He asked me if I was the guy who writes the Rockpile Rant.
Proud of my Rockies Blogging Masterpiece I said “Yes Sir”.
He informed me he really likes the Rockpile Rant and that he reads it often. I’ve seen his comments on my entries before.
Nice guy…Seriously into autographs and the Rockies. I handed him a baseball as I try to do with all Rant readers who come up and introduce themselves to me(as long as I have one with me). We chatted for a bit, shook hands and when the kids finished with their autographs we headed back to the pavilion to watch the game.
Here’s a link to his blog—->Avid Rockies Fan. He did mention he hadn’t updated it in a while.
Geoff informed me that he had spent the entire batting practice in right field and nada, nothing, goose egg. Sometimes it pays off to venture there, sometimes it doesn’t.
Here’s this Rockies/D-Backs game the way I see it…Enjoy
How do they choose these people? I think attending fans should get to throw out the first pitch during weekday games.
You know just randomly pick some schmoe out of the crowd and totally make their year.
Best Heavy Metal Shirt of the Game.
Best Crazy Scientist hair of the game.
Most dedicated sign-holders of the game
For a game with no home runs it was still exciting because there was a lot of base action with a lot of Rockies runs scored. Around the 6th inning Dan had the tickets of a few people who had left early in the front row so the kids and I enjoyed this game from the first row.
I didn’t take many pictures from the front row as I was focusing on snagg’n a home run ball.
But as mentioned above..There were no home runs this game..
In May I’m heading to KC to watch the Rockies take on the Royals at Kaufman Stadium. My first ever road trip to another stadium in the regular season and only my third MLB baseball stadium ever.
I can’t wait, I did have a road partner for this trip Andy (from spring training), but he had to back out…No matter..I’ll be there.
My Next entry…Rockies/D-Backs game two.
Go Rockies…”D” The Rockpile Ranter