So, I figured I’d give this Rockies baseball thing a shot. You hear folks talking about it, see the purple gear around town, and eventually, curiosity gets the better of you. That’s what happened to me, anyway. I thought, “Okay, let’s do this. Let’s experience some good old American baseball right here.”
First off, getting tickets. You’d think it’s straightforward, right? Wrong. I went online, and it felt like navigating a maze. Different sections, dynamic pricing that seemed to change if I blinked too hard, and a bunch of fees tacked on at the end. I swear, by the time I actually bought the tickets, I felt like I’d already played a full nine innings just wrestling with the website. I just wanted a couple of decent seats, nothing fancy, but it took way more effort than I bargained for.
Then there’s the whole ordeal of actually getting to the stadium. I thought about driving, but then you hear the horror stories about parking – the cost, the distance. So, I looked into public transport. It was doable, sure, but it involved a bit of a trek, a transfer, and then walking with a whole river of other people. By the time I finally shuffled into Coors Field, I was already a bit worn out. I just wanted to sit down and, you know, watch some baseball.
And the game itself? Well, it was… a game. People cheered, there were some hits, some misses. The hot dogs were expensive, as expected. The beer too. But the thing that really got me, and this is kinda funny in hindsight, was how much else was going on. It felt less about the actual baseball and more about the ‘experience.’ People were constantly up and down, taking selfies, chatting loudly about everything but the game. I get it, it’s a social thing, but I was genuinely trying to follow what was happening on the field!
I remember this one guy next to me. He spent most of his time on his phone, scrolling through something that looked way more interesting than the game. Then, when the crowd roared for something, he’d quickly look up, cheer vaguely, and go right back to his phone. It made me think, what are we all even here for?
Honestly, my biggest takeaway wasn’t about strikeouts or home runs. It was about the sheer effort and a kind of weird disconnect. I went expecting to connect with a sport, maybe feel some local pride. Instead, I mostly felt like I’d participated in a large, complicated, and slightly exhausting commercial exercise. It was a bit like that time I tried to build one of those fancy flat-pack furniture pieces. The instructions looked simple, but by the end, I had a sore back, a bunch of leftover screws, and something that only vaguely resembled the picture on the box.
So, yeah, I did the Rockies baseball thing. I ticked it off the list. Will I be rushing back? Probably not. I think I preferred the idea of it more than the actual execution. Maybe I’m just not a ‘big stadium sports’ kind of person, or maybe I just picked an off day. Who knows? But it was definitely an experience, just not quite the one I’d signed up for in my head.