For my birthday, I ventured out to Denver, Colorado, a city and state I’ve never been to in my life. Obviously, baseball was on my agenda, but it was also a perfect excuse to get to see and catch up with a long-time friend that lives out there now. Who was gracious enough to show me the ins and outs of the Downtown Denver area before I headed off to go watch baseball at Coors Field, the home of the Colorado Rockies, and ballpark #23 on my list to eventually see all 30 Major League Baseball parks.
As a whole, I liked Denver as a city. It feels like the vast populous of people are kind on the young spectrum, and I can’t recall seeing too many actual families and older people in general. For the matter, the diversity in the city seemed a bit lacking in comparison to what I see on a regular basis in my daily life. In other words, not a whole lot of black folk; but not a whole lot of other demographics either for the matter. And of course, there’s the whole pot thing; now aside from the occasional drink, I’m pretty much clean as a whistle, but far be it for me to criticize the Romans in Rome. It kind of makes the place kind of relaxed, if not devoid of any chips in any convenience stores late at night.
