For the A to Z Challenge today, R is for Rockies. My beloved baseball team, yes, who got off to a rip-roaring start this season (7-2!) only to lose three straight (they’re losing 5-0 in the first inning as I type this and try to ignore it). My Colorado Rockies cap is well-worn and well-loved. But also the western foreground to the most spectacular sunsets I ever saw as a kid. A nod to the majestic mountains that never let me forget which way was home.
Corporal Max Klinger would fist-fight with a dude who dared insult his Toledo Mud Hens.
I’m not that kind of fan. I can’t really, because 93% of insults to my baseball team come from my kids.
Elise cheers for the Angels, like my dad did.
Marie picked out the Red Sox (just before they swept Colorado in the World Series).
Grace is a loyal Rangers fan.
It’s funny that I’m a Rockies fan. They didn’t even exist when I moved from Colorado in 1988. But they’re from my home state. In fact, very little about my home state made the trip east with me when dad moved us here to North Carolina. I’m just know realizing my inner hippie, even.
I was born and raised in Colorado. We natives pronounce it “kah-luh-RA-doh.” I learned to love the Broncos and you know how I feel about the Rockies. I like the Nuggets and the Avalanche. Hell, even the Rapids.
I’ve even eaten Rocky Mountain Oysters. And liked them.
But … I HATE skiing. I think it’s the dumbest thing ever. And I also love Julia Mancuso. But, I hate skiing. I’ll be at the lodge, with a rum and coke.
Do you know Julie Burton? She writes the blog Bug Bytes. She’s a whiskey drinking, Kansas State-loving, bacon-hating (hey, no one’s perfect). She wrote a post called I Don’t Believe in Cold Vacations.” I’ve seen pictures of people having fun skiing,” she wrote.
“And I feel sorry for them. They look cold.”
That’s the thing – whites, blacks, Mexicans, gays, straights, even people who don’t like bacon – Coloradans agree on many things. Craft beer. Steak and eggs. Chile verde. Casa Bonita. John Elway is God. Tim Tebow isn’t, but he’s danged close.
(He’s right up there with native daughters Amy Van Dyken and Amy Adams.)
We don’t all love to ski, though. The best powder is generally found on my donuts.
Maybe it’s a white Coloradan thing. Even if we can double-high five with Coloradans of different religions and creeds when Terrell Davis snaps off a Mile High Salute in the end zone, we don’t all have to agree on what makes for stellar sporting in The Centennial State.
Besides, there’s enough downhill action when you’re a Rockies fan.