Baseball is back in Denver.

Baseball is back where the air is thin and the purple mountains are majestic.

Baseball is back where a mile above the sea, you can see for miles and miles.

Baseball is back in the bars and down the boulevards and in the barbershops and bodegas of Blake Street.

Baseball is back in LoDo… where the magic comes from.

The cracking of bats and popping of gloves is back in Denver.

The dirt and grass stains on freshly laundered jerseys and beer vendors and Cracker Jack and take me out to the ballgame, are back in Denver.

Bunts and steals and the kicking of cleats and maniacal hand-waving signs from the dugout and bullpen are back in Denver.

The stare down between the batter and the pitcher, the chess game between managers, the arguments over the best ways to build rosters and that guy who yells “strike ’em out!” and calls the player by their number…all back in Denver.

Turning two, going around the horn, hitting the cutoff man, spiking the curve, working the count, and taking the extra base are back in Denver.

Down the streets of Larimer and Wazee, and Wynkoop, there will again be chatter about the day’s lineup, the man on the mound for the visitors, and how it’s never too early to start looking at the standings.

That’s because baseball is back in Denver.

The 16th Street Mall Ride doesn’t just go up and down the street, now it leads somewhere… to Coors Field.

The greatest game in the world returns to the greatest city in the country, bringing with it that ever-elusive feeling in a game built on failure; hope.

Hope will bring ’em to the ballpark and drive ’em on the diamond.

The pain inherent in the game has returned as well.

There will be bruises and blunders and battered egos but there will be baseball again.

There will be losing streaks and mental errors and days you wonder just how in the heck they lost that game.

The glory of victory is nothing without the pain of defeat.

But Summer is here. Winter is over. It’s Opening Day and baseball is back in Denver.

Drew Creasman
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Drew E. Creasman was born in Grand Junction, Colorado and currently resides in Boulder, CO. He is a full time Rockies beat writer managing editor of   Education: Studied Philosophy and Political Science at the University of Colorado along with Music History and Composition.   Career: After six years as an independent musician and doing sporadic political work, I began to write about the Colorado Rockies for PurpleRow.com in the winter of 2013. Three years later, I came to BSN Denver to run the Rockies content. In short time, I found myself interviewing GM Dan O’Dowd and forging relationships with countless individuals in and around the organization.   A few highlights include hosting the only daily Rockies talk show in the world, a podcast that has welcomed Nolan Arenado and Jon Gray among others, and our wall-to-wall coverage of the 2017 Wild Card Game. I’ve also been a regular on 850 koa, 104.3 The Fan, Mile High Sports Radio and numerous podcasts.   Most Memorable Sports Moment: Game 3 of the 2007 NLDS. Ubaldo Jimenez, blackout, and the Rockies win their first postseason series.   The finest sports book I’ve ever read: Shoeless Joe by W.P. Kinsella.   One sports movie I can’t live without: One!? Just one!? Ok … Sugar. But Field of Dreams and Friday Night Lights come incredibly close.   Most memorable experience as a reporter: Either the aforementioned Arenado interview or, and this is an odd one, spending time swapping stories with other reporters at Marc Stout’s going-away party.   The sport that started it all: Clearly baseball. I’ve been watching baseball since before I can actually remember watching baseball. It’s just always been a part of me. I can still recall the feeling of wanting to be old enough to play T-ball. I love other sports, but I had loved and played baseball for years before I was even aware anything else existed.

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