He feels the whipping wind, which delivers the roaming aroma of a fried dough delicacy to his seat in left field.
This summer, The Denver Post will share nine stories that capture our state’s love of baseball. We spend the first inning with the LoRussos, looking at their blind devotion to a game they love.
His wife, wearing a matching jacket on this cold May day, gleefully hoots toward a Philadelphia Phillie shagging batting practice balls in front of her.
The crack of the bat takes Mark LoRusso back home — nestled near a radio in 1965 — as well as to home plate at Coors Field, 50 years later, the sound stimulating his senses.