If the Rockies were a restaurant, the steaks would bounce. The fish would bite back. You’d need a chainsaw to dent the bread.
With rats roaming the hall, patrons in pain and health inspectors beating down the door, Dick Monfort would fire the maître d’ and declare victory.
The real problem on 20th and Blake wasn’t the service.
It’s the menu.
It’s the head chef.
It’s the general manager.
Bud Black’s sell-by date passed ages ago. But Buddy didn’t sign Kris Bryant, did he?
Or Jurickson Profar.