My husband and I are Colorado Rockies fans. We watched almost every game this season and planned our summer around the games. Baseball is, for me, a relaxing sport to watch. There is time to take in the beauty that surrounds you if you are at the ball park, do some people watching and just enjoy the gorgeous summer weather. Watching at home is ok, too. You may not get to see all the fun ways people come dressed to the game, but the feeling isn’t as frantic as it is when we are watching football.
We were, of course, very disappointed that the Rockies did not make it to the play-offs this year, but there is always next year. I watched the playoffs and quietly rooted for whoever was playing from the National League. When the Giants finally clinched their spot in the World Series, it was a bitter sweet moment for us. I was happy that it was a team from our division who made it, but my husband had second thoughts because they were a team who we had battled so often throughout the season.
That was my argument, too. We knew the players names almost as well as we know the Rockies names. It was always a good game when Tim Lincicum was pitching against Jimenez, the Rockies ace pitcher. My husband recognized Sanchez by the way he is never still when he comes up to bat and their closer Wilson; well the beard is just a dead giveaway. We know that Tim Lincicum is allowed to bring his dog or dogs to the ball park in San Francisco and that he likes wearing bow ties. We know that their catcher, Buster Posey, is a rookie and didn’t want to play in that position at first, but what a catcher he is!! Uribe, Renteria, Huff; we know these players and their names all too well.
They have kicked the Rockies butts time and again over the seasons and the Rockies have gotten in their fair share of wins, too. When you play a team as often as we play them, you just get to know the players. I didn’t know anyone from the Texas Rangers team and figured if it wasn’t going to be the Rockies, then I was going to cheer for the team from our league and our division.
My husband looked at it from the other viewpoint. He decided to cheer for the Rangers. First and foremost because he was born and raised in Texas, but that’s not a good enough reason. Secondly, he gave me the reason that since the Giants had beaten the Rockies so often he was going to root for the Rangers. He couldn’t name one of the Texas players but he was going to cheer for them. Nope. Did not make any sense to me. I didn’t argue too hard with him, I just made my points like I did above. He had to admit that I had a legitimate reason for going with the Giants but he wouldn’t budge. So, as the Giants celebrated their win last night and I was fighting back tears, he came into the bedroom and said, “So it’s been over 50 years since they won the pennant?” I nodded. “I guess they deserve it then.”
I just smiled as he climbed into bed. I know he was rooting for the Giants in his heart. I heard him cheering a couple of times when they hit a good hit. But I’m not going to rub it in too hard.