Root Root Root for the Home Team

I've been known to spend the 4th of July listening to my dad play in the Old Timers Band at Little York, watching fireworks, eating hot dogs, drinking some beers, and hanging out at Virgil Stock. Like the rest of this year, our holiday was a little different than usual, but definitely one that won't be forgotten.

Our roommate Jason had extra tickets to the Rockies vs. Mets game and even though Mike and I are pretty much broke, we decided to splurge and buy the tickets anyway. This was my first Major League baseball game and to top it off there was going to be a fireworks show at the end, so there was no passing up this one. (A girls gotta have some fun sometimes.) We got to our seats...5th row center field (home run territory)...early enough to watch the players being called out onto the field. About 3/4 of the way through the National Anthem, 4 military jets flew over in formation which was a fantastic way to start out the night.

Mike and I had a great time from start to finish. The Rockies kicked some major ass. We almost caught a home run if the fat dude in front of us hadn't deflected the ball 6 feet to the left. The music was loud and cheesy, the beer was cold, and the fans were in the mood to make some noise. At one point the wave went around the stadium 3 times and after having a couple beers I was jumping out of my seat, hands in the air, screaming with the rest of the crazies. The game ended with the Rockies stomping the Mets something like 17-6.

After the game, our section was ushered down to sit on center field to watch the fireworks show. Yes...we were going to be sitting on center field of the Rockies Stadium at our first game. I have a feeling that there were some jealous natives. On the way, I decided to stop in the bathroom that was along the hall. I had to pee and it wasn't going to wait. I couldn't get the door to lock and I didn't have time to mess around so I decided to take my chances. Mid-hover some jerk walking through kicked open the door, but luckily my cat like reflexes kicked in and my pants were up before anyone walking past could see me peeing. (That was just a little side story for all of you who know about my shy bladder.)

Any who...so we were herded down under the stadium and then onto the field. It was awesome! Mike and I ducked under the ropes a little early and got yelled at by some old guy, but because we are so bad ass we just kept walking. I had the option to sit on a blanket, but there was no way I was going to pass up sitting on the nicest grass my ass cheeks will ever rest on. The fireworks were amazing. One of the best shows I've ever seen.

So that's how Mike and I spent our first 4th of July out in Colorado. It was one for the books.