I’ve
watched the Rockies on our tv at home,
And listened
to the radio as I roam,
Since I
moved here in ’94,
At Coors
Field when they opened their doors;
My husband
and I shared season tickets with a friend,
When Dante
Bichette would reach and bend,
To catch a
ball that into left field flew,
Hoping
he’d catch it before into the stands it blew;
Walker,
Weiss and Vinnie Castilla,
Won my
heart from the Yankees - I said “see ya!”
Love to
watch the sluggers kiss the ball goodbye,
Charlie, Arenado
and Trevor watch it fly !
A rubber
match I look forward so,
Like the
one last May, when the Padres scores were low,
Gideon’s
boy Murphy in his fluffed-up mitt,
Tells the
base on balls it’ll be a short trip,
McMahon
will stop them at second base,
Even if a
pick-off heads right at his face!
Story
defends the hole all the while,
Leading the
line up with gusto and guile,
Then “Nado”
throws to first at those caught napping,
The crowd standing
and wildly clapping!
Even when
their standings aren’t great,
In the
National League they don’t always rate,
Still fun
to watch I’m not all that phased,
Kind of like
Katie Casey but not as crazed;
If the
Danish Viking were to make a call,
Like if
Chi Chi threw a bean ball,
I’d think
to myself with a slight eye roll,
He’s like
a telemarketer with lottsa bad calls.
If Nolan
hits a concourse home run far,
Like he
did that time against the Cards,
Wish he
could do it night after night,
With those
silver slugger awards his future’s bright!
The season
is ending and in last place we sit,
Vito and
T-Dub will be golfing in a bit,
Next year
let’s hope for a Nola, an ace,
And a
Rafael batting, yep I’ll have a smile on my face!