SCOTTSDALE, Ariz. – Except for his freshly minted $182 million contract, new Rockies slugger Kris Bryant is a lot like you and me.
We’re all looking for a reason to fall in love with baseball again in Colorado.
At its worst, love stinks. And baseball hurts.
As I approached the home-plate entrance to Salt River Fields, the little old man behind the wheel of a compact SUV with a Cubs license plate bolted to the front bumper and let out a groan as painful as a punch to the gut.
“Ugh! I know this place,” moaned Edward, my Uber driver, a snowbird from the Midwest who has taken roost in the Arizona desert.