Yep, that’s Denver as I tried to catch it out the car window. After seventeen hours of driving and two stops, our filled-to-the-backs-of-the-front-seats Saturn Vue rolled into Denver, Colorado at around two-ish this afternoon. Six and a half hours later I’m still on a bit of a high. I have danced around and screamed and jumped and waved my arms. An RV honked at me doing my Colorado-dance when I stopped to take a picture with the “welcome to colorful Colorado” sign. It only increased my excited-ness. And the mountains on the way in–through Trinidad on I-25–were breathtaking. And those were just hills by Coloradan standards.
I saw the real mountains passing Pike’s Peak. And then when I saw Denver’s skyline in the distance… I flipped out.
Here are some interesting things that happened on the way:
— I discovered, as shown on the left, that when one ascends from 42 feet above sea level to 6600 (Canyon, NM, I think maybe?), wrappers and things tend to expand. Like this Starburst, which I found absolutely hysterical and have not yet consumed.
— We stopped at a Thai place in Podunktown, TX (not a real city name) where my pad thai did not taste Thai at all but rather like Cracker Jack.
— I realized that 60 degrees is cold, and I’m not at all prepared for Colorado winters. Then I stopped to get some Under Armour, because, really. I really need it.
— I realized that although I have a coffeepot I don’t have filters, sugar, creamer or coffee. So I went to Target to buy those things and then realized I had no idea what kind of filters it needed. So basically, GO ME and my preparedness.
— I have a “republican” tag hanging off the back of my bike (which is on a bike rack secured to the back of the car) and someone cut it in half. I’m pissed about that. I was probably going to take it off anyway because it’s rusted and dirty as hell, but still. He or she CUT IT WITH SCISSORS. WTF. Just because you don’t agree you go and destroy my property?
— I tried to take a nap five times and only took two. Poo.
— Nothing else interesting happened apart from me and my dad singing along with the radio. That got pretty entertaining.
So here I am, in metro Denver (in a hotel without FSN, which makes me ANGRY, but I get it in my dorm), ready to move in tomorrow. And I should be going to sleep but I don’t know that I could if I wanted to.
In other news…
Sometimes when I watch Rockies games I imagine I see Jesus on top of the Rockpile. He’s extending his hands out to the people in the crowd and reminding them of something very important he said in John 20:29.
“Have you come to believe because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.”
And I’m thinking that in this case, Jesus is kind of like the Rockies in that the stands are filling up fast with people quickly switching gears and digging out their purple after months of condemning the Rox to the cellar, kind of like Doubting Thomas, who would not believe until he felt the wounds of Christ.
I’ve seen the stands go from empty to full in a matter of weeks. It appears that the bandwagon is making its nightly rounds and dropping off its passengers at Coors before they’ve even torn the tags off their brand-new gear. Now I’m not a bandwagon hater. Sometimes it takes a push for someone to notice a team that’s been there all along. Sometimes those people turn into great fans (like Doubting Thomas was a pretty great apostle, but there’s a reason we don’t call him Believing Thomas). But there’s not much room for fair-weather fans at Coors Field. Don’t forget those of us who have been there all along.
– I’m going to Coors Field for the first time tomorrow! And hopefully again on Monday!
– I move in tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it. My roomies are all going out to dinner tomorrow night but obviously I have something else on the agenda 😀
– My birthday is next Sunday! WHEE!
photo of Jesus statue courtesy of allpics4u.com.
…and I wish I’d never come back.
Drama doesn’t go away just because I escaped for the weekend. High school is petty and I hate it.
I LOVE DENVER and its surrounding areas. I can’t wait for ten months to move there.
I spent HOURS at Colorado Mills. Sports Authority, Denver Autograph Co., with a little Bath & Body Works thrown in there for a little spice (har har *dodges rotten tomatoes*). I talked to some very wonderful people, including someone who actually has the same name as I do.
I WANT TO GET AWAY FROM THIS.
On to real news:
Girls, eyes off the pretty Matty and on the text, please. That’s right, kiddos. Matt Holliday will never again don a Rockies jersey. As much as I hate to see him go, he’s a Scott Boras client and it would have been rough for him and the team to get a contract his agent would be okay with. Besides, I LOOOOOVE Huston Street and would really appreciate the chance to get a picture with him now that he’ll be playing in the Superior Circuit.
At least they didn’t trade Tulo.
Yesterday I wandered around downtown, took a ride on the light rail, and hugged poor, empty, beautiful Coors Field. I navigated with a map (SHOCKER) and didn’t get lost. But then I had to come home and that pretty much sucked.
I think I might change my blog’s focus at the start of next season and not wait until I actually physically move to Denver to change it. Got a great title ready!
I hope everyone’s having a good offseason, and go Astros/Rox.
…but my AL bracket is totally correct.
I picked Brewers/Cubs/Red Sox/Rays, then Rays/Brewers, and then Brewers to win the WS. But I don’t care about winning the bracket contest–I want the Dodgers, Phillies, and Rays to win (originally, as in two hours ago, I had that backwards… oops)!
I LOVE Cole Hamels, and I heard his voice yesterday after the game–and I really wish I hadn’t. Much too high-pitched for my taste.
One of my friends has a vintage N64, and literally in every spare moment of our time we play Super Smash Bros. When I close my eyes I see Captain Falcon (in his feminine pink suit, hee hee) doing his flip grab, because that’s really the only one of his moves I’m good at.
I ordered the March 2008 issue of Sports Illustrated, mostly because there was a giant article (and some pictures) about Tulo… and he was on the cover… which was a fold-out… It was fantastic. Cost me ten bucks but I figured it was my one-month-belated birthday present to myself.
I’ve literally slept for nine hours every night for the last week and a half and I’m SO exhausted. I don’t understand why I’m so tired–school’s not that stressful.
Going back to Denver sometime next month to re-visit the school. Yay!
…with Denver, Colorado, USA.
Oh my Lord.
First, let me address the Astros: I understand the Randy Wolf thing now, thanks to Richard Justice. Either we have a no. 5 starter for next year, or we get prospects if he leaves. But I do NOT understand the LaTroy Hawkins thing. I hate him because he threw at Luke Scott. Sure, he was a Rockie, but NOBODY THROWS AT LUKE SCOTT. NOBODY.
Then the rest of the world: Pudge, wtf?! Farnsy cried? Ken Griffey, double wtf? And MANNY TO LOS ANGELES? CRAPOLA ON A STICK.
Now to Denver:
First of all, I love the Rox. I was so happy to be able to listen to the games (couldn’t watch because we were going to dinner with family all over the place).
But aside from just their MLB team, I love the city. Downtown was so much fun. D’Deli in Golden was fantastic, and Avenue Grill on 17th is my new favorite restaurant. Ted’s Montana Grill in Littleton was also really good.
Visited the Mint, the school (love it! must go there), the geology museum, and the Zoo. But most importantly, I went on a tour of COORS FIELD:
Really. I loved it. Loved the school. Loved the city. The people weren’t particularly nice, but they were nicer than in California.
More about actual baseball later.