As the sky melted from ash to blue and the clouds parted like curtains, a girl named Rainy stood behind home plate, beaming in the sun.
Rainy. Only in Denver. Only at Coors Field. Only after a weather delay. Only on Nolan Night.
“I bleed purple,” Rainy Santillanez said from the sweet seats in Section 129, where she sat with mother Desiree and a homemade sign so huge it stretched from the ground to her hip.
“Nolan (Arenado) obviously was here for eight years. He stole my heart as well.”
With that, she opened her cardboard valentine to Arenado, the former Rockies third baseman, a folded job that read:
NOLAN
NEW COLORS = NEW SELFIE
In the middle was a blown-up selfie of the pair of them, taken near the home dugout at Coors.