I decided that I needed something to blog about during the off-season, which is why I’ve held off blogging about my trip to Boston and New York. So, in the meantime, you’ll have to deal with my other ramblings.
For those of you that don’t know, I am now a working person. It’s not like I have an upstanding “adult” job or anything, but I guess I’ll take what I can get right now.
My friends always told me, “Emily, you really need to get a job at Coors Field.” Well, in August, the concessions that go through Coors, Aramark, happened to be hiring. I figured, what the hell, I’ll give it a shot. Well, lo and behold, I was hired as a club level food runner.
I’ll tell you right now, it’s not the best job in the world, but the reason that I really love it is that I get to be at the ballpark everyday… well, everyday that the Rockies are playing.
I get to watch the Rockies take batting practice. I get to see Matt Daley with his socks in the outfield during BP. I get to see the players messing around before the gates are open. I get to see guys from opposing teams hug each other because they’re old friends. I get to be there when homeruns are hit, when the most unthinkable plays are made. I love every moment of being at the ballpark. It’s not the job that keeps me coming back, it’s the Rockies.
Well, while working this fantastical job, like any job, it’s had its moments.
One day I was taking food out when I walked by this guy. I knew this guy, but I couldn’t place him for the life of me. The teachers and professors that usually stick out in my mind are my math teachers. I was trying to remember if I had him as a teacher in high school, I thought about my math classes. “Was that… Mr. Tolmachoff?” No, it wasn’t him; this guy wasn’t as heavy set. Who is it?! I couldn’t think, so I let the thought settle in the back of my mind. I left work, still thinking about how I knew this guy that I had walked by, in fact I slept on it. The next morning I woke up, still thinking. It was going to drive me crazy, this had been on my mind for the past 12 hours. Finally, it struck. I know who that guy was… it was Clint Hurdle! Yes, like a rookie, I passed by Clint Hurdle without even recognizing him. And if you’re wondering, Jeff, no, he wasn’t glowing orange. I couldn’t believe what I’d missed. Rookie.
Everyday, there’s a door that I walk by… twice. When I’m walking into work and when I’m leaving work I walk by this door. I know what’s happening on the other side of this door, but nonetheless, it’s got this huge lock on it. Some days when I’m leaving work, the door is just cracked open enough that you can see inside, the only thing you can see though is a wall of vines. I’ve dreamed of just walking in this door and visiting, perhaps if I was giving a lesson in “How to get a restraining order 101,” then I could just walk into this door.
Yes, when I arrive at Coors Field, I have the honor of walking by the Rockies bullpen (yeah, the picture is only a little blurry), obsessed with the opportunity to just go in and talk to my favorite relieving pitchers. “Hey Matt Belisle… your socks are pretty fantastic.” “Huston STreet, you’re such a phenomenal closer!” “Matt Daley… you’re like… my favorite reliever!” Yeah, but like I said: how to get a restraining order 101.
There was one day where I walked by the visitors bullpen door when the Rockies were playing the Padres and the Padres bullpen catcher and someone else were standing outside of it. I was very tempted to approach them and say hi, but then decided that it might be weird.
When I was waiting for my supervisor under the stadium, I once thought I saw Manny Corpas walking by. I have no idea if it was actually hiim or not, because it was when he was injured, so I don’t know what he’d be doing walking around the stadium and not dressed out. And if you’re wondering, no, I haven’t wandered around trying to find the dugout or the locker rooms; I do have some dignity.
Oh yeah, and did I mention that the Rockies are going to the playoffs?! Yeah, old news, but it’s Rocktober… take two!! You know what that means? The state of Colorado has decided that it’s okay to be a Rockies fan again, NLDS tickets are totally sold out, so if you’re looking to get into a seat for the post season, prepare to pay a boat load of money from scalpers!
A big crowd will be good for the Rockies esteem. Right now, the wild card seems to be a pretty good place for them. Although it would’ve been ideal to see them win the division and have home field advantage, the point is, we made it. What I love about the wild card is that it’s just that… a wild card! We’ll see what the Rockies are capable of when it comes to the game!
One more thing, I love getting to know people who read my blog and follow me on Twitter, really I do. But it’d be great if you could le tme know that you read my blog when you send out a friend request, just so I know who you are.