Happy Birthday, Daddy

Yesterday was my Daddy's Birthday.  I wasn't expecting to see him but got a call that there was a ticket to join him at one of his favorite places on earth-Home of the Colorado Rockies, Coors Field in beautiful downtown Denver.

Trevor and I joined him (he had to pick us up because I am currently sharing a car with my sixteen year old son and needless to say, I loose the coin toss most times when it comes to who gets the car, but that's a whole other blog post.) Also joining us were my aunt Julie, cousin Rebekah, Uncle Alan (AKA Al the kiddies pal) who is currently living in the DC area and works at the Pentagon

The afternoon was chilly but beautiful.  During the tour we got to see the upper level,which I have seen no less than a hundred times because those are the least expensive, yet just as awesome seats. We got to take shots of the field from above but it was cool to be the only people in the whole stadium.

We also got to go to the suite level, club level, the "lower press box" which is where all the writers from various magazines, newspapers and other publications get to watch the game.  "Lower" refers to the location in the stadium, not having anything to do with their position in the press rankings.  We also found out that Mikey Mouse is a huge Rockies fan too.

Then we got to go down into the clubhouse. We were only allowed to enter the visitors clubhouse as the Rockies train year round in their ginormous 15,000 square foot clubhouse and I am sure ladies like myself that would do just about anything to see a MLB player's cute behind up close are not welcomed at any time anywhere near their locker room or gym. The visiting team has a mere 7,000 square foot clubhouse that isn't too shabby.

Next on the tour was my favorite part-going out onto the field. We were warned ahead of time that we were NOT allowed to walk on the grass. Throughout the tour we were informed of the way that the grass is kept so green even at times of the year when every other blade of grass in Colorado is the   blah-est color brown you have ever seen and how they mow it not once but twice before every game. Whoa, bet that guy never thought that would be his job during the summer when he was 14, mowing his neighbors lawns just for a little spending money. We did as we were told and only touched the grass with our hands. We also got to call the bull pen, and without all the 50,000 or so screaming fans you can actually hear the phone ring across the field. We go to sit on the benches where those cute little behinds have spent many a summer afternoon.

It was a fun way to spend time with my dad on his birthday! Loved it and can't wait until spring training and the boys of summer to pull on their tight white pinstriped pants and PLAY BALL!