On Thursday, September 2nd, the Philadelphia Phillies came to Denver and ended the Colorado Rockies’ 2010 season. After failing to capitalize on an absolute gift of an August schedule, the Rockies were on life support. They needed to win 3 of 4 games between a road series in San Francisco and a make-up home game in Colorado versus the Phillies just to stay afloat. The Rockies would grab just one in San Fran before falling 11-12 at Coors Field; a death knell for their season.

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Dear Philadelphia Phillies,
I’m glad it was you.
Just like last year, charging in to dash our hopes with your veteran band of overpaid sluggers. Seasoned pros. National League dominators.  Death in Red.
Nobody else would do. You’re like our big brother. We take all the trouble to build up this amazing, awkward, “I think I can†season, and you carelessly kick it down from on high. Sweep through on your way to another playoff run where Charlie Manuel will somehow cobble together a pitching staff with recycled specialists and rubber cement.
But this is good. We asked for this; a series of brutal home-field deaths.
After we rocked your world (and your bandbox ballpark) in ‘07, we knew there would be consequences. So now each time we rise up from the high plains to deal some damage, there’s always the 2nd biggest NL payroll to violently put us down. Our scrappy little home-grown ball club ever that one big hit or shutdown inning away from coming out on top.
And that should worry you. Because the Rocks are scrappy but they’re also young. Dugout-to-rotation young. And season will come when Colorado is ready to take the wood to ya again.
When that day comes, we’ll remember all the breaks going your way. We’ll remember our bullpen collapsing under the weight of your 142M worth of talent. We’ll grudgingly remember your veteran guile and our rookie shortcomings.
But most of all, we’ll remember the Phillies faithful infesting our stadium with their loud, otherworldly obnoxious brand of fandom. (I was there last night. Bore witness to it; a culture of sports fans who come to games to get thrown out of them. Keep it in Philly, please. This is a nice place, and we could do without cheesesteak-filled balloon people muckin’ it up.)
And in that glorious hour, we won’t say a word against you. Just leave you to mire in a drunken stupor. Just take this wide-open National League from you and walk away.
Sincerely,
One Bummed Out Rockies Fan
**NOTE**
I love giving s**t to Phillies fans about how awful they truly are. Seems every year I have to violently give up on our Rockies so that I can love them again. The ultimate dysfunctional relationship. I told the Rocks that if they won a @#$#@!* road series I’d come running back. Well… here we go again…
And chin up, Phills and Phillettes, you should be proud of the intimidation factor that comes with being the biggest asses in sports. No doubt most visiting players loathe to land in Philly.








