With fuzzy math that unwittingly celebrates a fine tradition of baseball ineptitude in LoDo, the Rockies are celebrating 30 years of stumbling and bumbling during their 31st season as the longest-running joke in the major leagues.
But, hey, who’s counting, as long as the sun shines and the beer flows at Coors Field?
As the Rockies open yet another season that feels dead on arrival, I want to get agitated about a franchise without any discernible plan on how to compete in the National League West, where the Dodgers, Padres and Giants treat baseball like a serious competition instead of an excuse for a summer picnic.