The next best thing.

Okay, so the Rox didn't get out of the first round of the playoffs this year...that is fine, I have moved on (sort of....).

When I was a little Lockedawg, just old enough to learn to throw a baseball, I found a team that I wanted to be "my team". I fell in love with a team that had a long history of success, a team that is oozing with tradition and mystique. At the ripe old age of 5 I decided to be a New York Yankee fan.

(Pause while I duck and cover with all the debris flying at me)

When the Colorado Rockies came into existence, I immediately transfered my allegiance to them, after all, they are my home town team. But a piece of me stayed loyal to the Yankees. That loyalty was strengthened when my favorite Rockies catcher became the manager of the Bronx Bombers (Joe Girardi). I am still a fan, I don't bleed pinstripes like I used to, but I am still a Yankee fan.

I love the traditions, the history, the lore of the Yankees. I love the fact that they are one of only 2 teams that do not have the players names on the back of their jerseys...you are not "A-Rod", you are "the Yankee third basemen"...to remind the players that they are a part of something bigger, and something special.

Well long story short, if the Rockies don't win a world championship, I have a back up...

Number 27 and counting!!!!

Until next time...
the Lockedawg