The view of Coors Field as one strolls down Blake St. Guys selling cheap tickets accost you regularly as you approach the entrance. We bought some really nice box seats a few years ago and were found to be using stolen tickets. This time we bought some bleacher seats for $2 a person, and nobody else claimed the seats. We sat in a number of places as you can see from the pictures below.
This is the view from the Rockpile, the centerfield bleachers, about the same altitude as the seats in the upper deck behind homeplate. Those tiny people out on the field are the players. If you've played the game then it is recognizable.
A good view of the scoreboard. There are bits and pieces of information scattered in other places too. On the front and bottoms of various levels there is information about the kind of pitch and its speed, and the number of pitches, both strikes and balls, and other tidbits.
A picture from above the mile-high level at Coors Field. The lower levels of this upper deck are really fairly nice. You feel like you are looking at everything from a helicopter.
Probably the best part of the day was walking through the centerfield shaded area where these ordinary looking guys, probably about 40 or 50 of them, were sitting signing autographs. A few of them were missing some parts, but otherwise they seemed pretty common, except for that gold star with the blue ribbon around each of their necks. These were ordinary guys who had done some extraordinary things back in the 40s and the 50s and the 60s and one or two more recently too. That guy on the left is Staff Sgt McGinty, USMC, who became famous in Vietnam, 1966, for doing something extraordinary, and now signing an autograph for me. I got to shake his hand too. Nice guy. Very ordinary. If he didn't have that medal around his neck I would have thought he was a retired postman. Maybe he is.
The view of Coors Field as one strolls down Blake St. Guys selling cheap tickets accost you regularly as you approach the entrance. We bought some really nice box seats a few years ago and were found to be using stolen tickets. This time we bought some bleacher seats for $2 a person, and nobody else claimed the seats. We sat in a number of places as you can see from the pictures below.
This is the view from the Rockpile, the centerfield bleachers, about the same altitude as the seats in the upper deck behind homeplate. Those tiny people out on the field are the players. If you've played the game then it is recognizable.
A good view of the scoreboard. There are bits and pieces of information scattered in other places too. On the front and bottoms of various levels there is information about the kind of pitch and its speed, and the number of pitches, both strikes and balls, and other tidbits.
A picture from above the mile-high level at Coors Field. The lower levels of this upper deck are really fairly nice. You feel like you are looking at everything from a helicopter.
Probably the best part of the day was walking through the centerfield shaded area where these ordinary looking guys, probably about 40 or 50 of them, were sitting signing autographs. A few of them were missing some parts, but otherwise they seemed pretty common, except for that gold star with the blue ribbon around each of their necks. These were ordinary guys who had done some extraordinary things back in the 40s and the 50s and the 60s and one or two more recently too. That guy on the left is Staff Sgt McGinty, USMC, who became famous in Vietnam, 1966, for doing something extraordinary, and now signing an autograph for me. I got to shake his hand too. Nice guy. Very ordinary. If he didn't have that medal around his neck I would have thought he was a retired postman. Maybe he is.
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