Snowed Out

I can't believe it. I go out of my way to skip winter this year, spending November - March in Beirut where snow is a choice rather than a location tax imposed by the dictatorial hand of Mother Nature. Naturally, April came around and I was certain I had escaped her brutal oppression.As you can see, I did not.Boy is she brutal. Downright Qaddafiish, if you're into the whole making comparisons between totally trivial things and horrific real world monster thing. We woke up in sunshine and 63 degrees. By the time we got into downtown Denver and parked across the river, it was freaking freezing. (Ok, not literally freezing, but it had dropped to 41 degrees.) By the time we got to the stadium, it was raining. By the time we got our $4 Rockpile tickets and got into the stadium, white stuff was fluttering down from the heavens.The woman at the ticket window told me the game was delayed - after I had purchased the tickets. No matter - I had dragged my friend out to the game an...