You probably missed it because of all the FOOTBALL FOOTBALL FOOTBALL out there these (FOOTBALL!) days. But on Friday the worst team in Major League Baseball, your Colorado Rockheads, achieved something that undoubtedly unleashed mad celebrations all along the Front Range.
They won a baseball game!
OK, so even the Rockheads have won a few baseball games this lost season, but this one was different. This one was significant. Because by beating the lowly Angels 7-6, the Rockheads reached the 42-win plateau (if 42 wins in September actually constitutes a plateau). This means the '25 Rockheads will not supplant the '24 Chicago What Sox as the cruddiest baseball team of the modern era.
The What Sox, see, finished 41-121 a year ago.
The Rockheads, by virtue of Friday's stirring victory, now can only finish 42-120 at worst.
So crack open a warm Hamm's or Blatz or Carling Black Label, and raise a huzzah to our noble lads from Denver. Forty-two dubs ain't exactly a Rocky Mountain high, but it's maybe a Rocky Mountain medium. Kinda. Sorta.
Salut!
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