It’s Monday, time for us to ask the musical question: Why were they playing a night game in frigid Denver on Sunday, when the Twins and Yankees, who were playing in a nice heated dome, were scheduled for the afternoon? Couldn’t they have flipped that? (In Mr. Magoo voice) “Bud Selig, you’ve done it again.”
I guess there is nothing MLB will not do to accommodate television, even if it means frost-brewing several of their athletes, Rocky Mountain style. But the most hilarious part of Sunday’s Phillies-Rockies game was an apparent attempt by the home team to cover up the actual game-time temperature.
From the DENVER POST:
According to the Rockies, it was 35 degrees in center field, which only tied the first-pitch temperature for Game 4 of the 1997 World Series in Cleveland. Hitting is supposed to be harder than pitching in frigid conditions, but the Indians beat the Marlins that night 10-3.
The Rockies’ coldest regular-season game started at 28 degrees that same year, on April 12, 1997. That turned into a 12-8 slugfest with the Rocks prevailing.
But KOA Radio, which broadcast the game, had the first-pitch temperature at 28 degrees. TBS said it was 31. Which just goes to show how different things are in Denver, where they don’t cheat on the attendance count, just on the temperature.
More from THE POST:
The start time, of course, was absurd.
It was going to be one of the coldest postseason games in major-league history anyway, but on a day when playoff games in Boston and Minnesota were played at perfectly reasonable times, the cold one started at 8:08 p.m., presumably so California’s many Rockies devotees wouldn’t be inconvenienced.
Baseball serving as a flunky for television is old news, but this was a particularly egregious example, especially with the Yankees-Twins game in Minnesota being played indoors, where the thermostat could have trumped any starting time.
After a season full of nothing but Yankees and Red Sox in prime time, suddenly TV wanted to save the Rocks-Phils for last.
(1st-and-10 Colorado, on the Buffaloes … wait, this isn’t football?)