Sentimentality and Nostalgia

I may be younger than most nostalgia nuts but my nostalgia consists of the 1990’s. I miss this era of sports because it was when I discovered sports for the glory and wonderment that they were. Yes, I was dressed in Packer green and gold from a young age and knew who Paul Molitor was before I knew who Ronald Reagan was but my love for sports blossomed in the 1990’s.
My first love was baseball. The need for a connection to my father is one which every boy can relate to. My father’s life revolved around baseball because it was his career. I grew up in ballparks and club houses. The game was filled with fun mascots (thats my pops with the San Diego chicken) and good people. I however wouldn’t be a true fan of the game until the 1990’s. My mother and I were living in Denver and, as far as pro sports were considered, Denver was a veritable ghost town. Though Denver had the AAA Denver Zephyrs, I longed for a major league team to arrive so I could see the teams I only witnessed on WGN telecasts and in my extensive baseball card collection.

In 1993, The Colorado Rockies came to town as an expansion team and it is the first moment I can remember being excited about a local sports team. I paid close attention to the players that were being drafted and signed. I couldn’t wait to attend a game. I can still name the entire opening day lineup from that first team. Players that probably had no right being in “the show” were on that team. They were young, they wore plain black and white uniforms. Simple with no striping, piping or names on the backs of jerseys. They were a thing of beauty. Freddie Benavides played shortstop, Alex Cole with his bug eyed rec specs in centerfield and “EY” Eric Young at second. David Nied was our ace and David Neid would only ever be called “ace” on an expansion team. Not too mention our other characters like our manager Don Baylor (the most beaned player in history) and Don Zimmer (two words: Pay-Dro!).

The ballpark they played in was no ballpark at all. They would play their first few seasons in Mile High Stadium, home of the Denver Broncos. This is part of the reason that the Rockies set attendance records like crazy for those first few seasons. The allure of a professional baseball franchise and the wealth of seating of an NFL stadium made it possible. Those first few teams were absolutely terrible but I didn’t care. I remember falling asleep listening to night games being broadcast over the radio. I could see the sky above Mile high from outside my bedroom window and on the fireworks games, could take in the same fireworks that “my team” was enjoying (albeit from a distance). My mother, bless her heart, did the best she could on a limited income to allow me to experience the Rockies as much as possible.

She purchased a membership for me into the Rockies Rookies Club. The club wasn’t much. We received an occasional t-shirt, some reading material on the team and a few rights and privileges to meet some players. I don’t know if she remembers it but that club meant so much to me. I remember one sunny spring Saturday she woke me up and went to Mile High Stadium for an autograph signing on the field. I had two favorite players at that time. The first was Joe Girardi. Joe was a tough nut kind of guy. Was the stockiest guy on the field outside of “Fat Elvis” Dante Bichette and for some reason, spoke to me. My other player which I loved was Walt Weiss. Walt did everything for the Rox. He played second base, shortstop, some third base. Never heralded as a member of the Rockies but he was tough in his own sort of way (which he would demonstrate to the world later). I don’t know where Joe Girardi was that day but Walt Weiss was there signing autographs and surrounded by a mob of people. I couldn’t get near him and my mom, sensing that I would be crushed if I couldn’t get an autograph from him, snapped the baseball out of my hand and forced her way through the crowd. She returned a minute later with a fresh black signature on the ball. And people wonder why I have an affinity for tough players… need just look at the tough one I was raised by.

Later in the 90’s, Denver would host the All Star Game and my family attended it. Walt Weiss was with the Braves then and was experiencing the best season of his career and made it on the roster. His 3 year old son was stricken with, at the time, an unknown illness but Walt made it to the game nonetheless. Upon his being introduced, I along with everyone else stood and cheered for him because he was a truly great member of our franchise, because of everything he had gone through and because of one autograph.

I have never turned my back on the Rockies. These past few years have been the best in franchise history but I still remember and love those “lean years.” In a way, I have my mother to thank for my affinity for the team. And I have the team to thank for those memories with my mom.