October 28, 2007
Sometimes I wish the English language was more expansive so I could describe stuff better. For example, Saturday night at Coors Field, the atmosphere was electric, the crowd was pumped and kept its energy for much of the game (until Brian Fuentes took us out in the eighth) and the whole experience was one of the sweetest moments of my life. At the same time, the Rockies lost, making me a very bitter person. If only we had some word like "sweetbitter" to describe situations like that.
I just don't like losing. I might have mentioned this before, but I doubt you understand the degree. Seriously, I don't like losing -- a lot. When I'm stuck on Free Cell solitaire on my computer, I will 86 the program from task management just so it won't show up as a loss in my statistics. I'm on an 812-game winning streak. Yeah, I'm that bad. Yet for the first time in my life, losing is going to show up as one of the happiest days in memory.
All right, that's dumb and trite, I admit. It will also show up on my list of "what might have been" moments in life. Like the time I thought that guy would like me if I mailed him a big heart card with us Photoshopped together. Just not the result I expected.
Maybe it's just having to wake up at 4:30 after a loss that ends at midnight (a four-hour, 19-minute game!) that makes me particularly surly. Saturday's loss puts the Rockies on the brink of elimination in this World Series, and it's getting close to reflecting on that nebulous void we've been trying to fend off called the offseason. I want a win desperately. I don't want the rest of the National League to feel that we're an inferior representative for it. I'll post more on my trip, the Coors Field experience and my thoughts on the team. In the meantime, go Rockies! Aaron Cook, please, we need a miracle tonight.