Much like a key player coming off the disabled list, Will’s arrival to the Denver airport yesterday brings our team back to full strength. His previous four days were spent in Victoria, Canada buzzing the streets on a scooter; zip lining from treetops and eating smoked salmon. More importantly, for our purposes, his back has now loosened from the hot tub and comfortable mattress. As incredible as it seems, the permanent grin he carries on his face is even more pronounced.
We can debate about Will’s worthiness of receiving these perks, but with the “vacation from the vacation” over, the reality is the posh lifestyle was a mere memory once he jammed into the Prizm again. Oh the aroma.
The majority of the day was spent in Boulder with David Brown, yet another graduate of Bozeman High, who recently moved to the Denver area. As usual, it was great to have a tour guide show us around. The drive there was beautiful and, though we are accustomed to mountains, the amount and sheer size of the peaks here is remarkable. Boulder has a vibe similar to Missoula and seems to embrace its reputation of being laidback. We visited the much-recommended Avery Brewery and shared an enormous plate of nachos at a restaurant downtown.
The drive back to Denver was a bit hectic as we hit some traffic. Not all bad though, since it allowed Todd to incorporate hand gestures while he grooved to Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the U.S.A.”.
Arriving at Coors Field had the same organized hysteria that has become the foundation of our voyage: Will jumping out of the car mid-conversation and instructing Todd (and Dave, in this instance) to meet him at a certain street corner. (Will is going to detail what generally transpires over the next 20 minutes at a later time.)
Similar to the honor roll student who frets about showing his overbearing parents the report card with a blemish, Will arrived at the arranged rendezvous spot without his normal contribution of charity admission passes. Managing to acquire only one ticket and two Red Bull energy drinks, inquiring minds were left to wonder if the carriage was turning into a pumpkin. Had Canada and its socialist tendencies taken the capitalist spirit out of Business Will? Was it a tactical error to allow him to get distracted by seeing his girlfriend? Whatever the cause, the situation was dire. Thus, we had arrived at the most gut wrenching of decisions: buying two additional tickets at the walk-up window. The only thing more shameful is a Chinese diver getting a silver medal at the Olympics.
While Todd and Dave stood among the commoners, Will doubled down on his efforts. Just as the two others reached the front of the line, Will motioned to abort the mission. Disaster averted? Indeed. Furthermore, much like he was able to do at Miller Park in Milwaukee, he picked up additional one because, well, he could. A few minutes in exchange for $10 and a random single, our four tickets became the necessary three we needed.
Unfortunately, the entertainment for the night was over at this point. The game was positively the least exciting yet. Would it surprise you to know that the Pittsburgh Pirates were involved? The ballpark was very nice and modern, though the brick wall one sees on television behind home plate is misleading since that is the only place where it is present. However, the most discussed observation was the fact that for a place named after a beer company, they do a horrific job of pushing the product. Since no vendor had visited our section, Todd and Dave, after several innings of thirst, were forced to trek down to the concession area for their nectar.
As the game was quite the bedtime story, and the Rockies were in complete control, we headed back to Dave’s after the 8th inning for some sleep.
Today, we are starting our drive to Dallas and will likely end up camping/couch surfing somewhere in between.
Todd and Will
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