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Throwing Pennies
Contributed by: Rob Mansheim on 1/20/2006

Growing up we lived in Salida, and my dad had season tickets, so every weekend, or at least it seemed that way. We would go to Mile High to watch the games.  We where one row from the top of the stadium in the northeast corner, and I remember the feeling that if I was to lean to far forward I would fall all the way down to the field, or just the feeling of being so high that you felt like you could touch the sky. I miss toughs days.  Now we all live in Wyoming. My dad every once in awhile will get tickets from his friend whom he sold our tickets to and take us to a game, but it is not the same. There was an innocence of the Old Mile High, a feeling of freedom, before big corporate sponsors took our name.  A time when you could throw pennies over the edge of the stadium and not realize just how stupid that was.  My youth was spent in that stadium and standing in the parking lot of Baby Doe's in the shadows of the new Mile High, the old is visible, much like an ancestor looks over his heritage.



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Rob Mansheim

Evansville , WY

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