Rocktober

Oh man. Let the Purple Reign come down.

Okay, so I've sometimes been a fair weather fan of the Rocks. I may have called them "The Suckies" a time or two, and gone on a rant about how other teams have cool mascots that are animate objects (yes, Indians still exist) or at least tangible, small objects (Red Socks, Black Socks, One Fish, Two Fish) and the Rockies just weren't something you could own or draw are cartoon of interacting with its environment or other mascots ( - wow - a Rattler in the Rockies? I hope a boulder falls on it! Yeah, that's a good toon of the situation).

The Rocks are hot. They are sweeping everybody. Yes, they got there on a fluke call and Milton Bradley has to go back and make board games for everyone during the WS.

I don't care.

The Rocks are going to the WS, and if I have anything to do with it, so am I.

I purchased my airline tickets on Friday of last week in anticipation of the Rocks getting there. I want to be able to say that I was at the FIRST WORLD SERIES GAME in Denver EVER!

-- If only to kill Dinger or Zinger or whatever the Triceratops name is and replace it with "Range", a slower moving mascot, but albeit more representative mascot of the team.

I am only one very lucky lottery away from scoring tix on Oct. 22nd, Noon EST.