We moved to Colorado 8 years ago when my oldest daughter Emily was just shy of 3 years old. She was already showing a strong love of baseball even at that young age. When I would come home from work Emily would run up and say in her little voice "Daddy, go play baseball?"

Her love of baseball grew and we began to take her to Rockies games here and there. As she learned to read she would pore over the Rockies magazine and quiz us on birthdates and hometowns of the players. She began collecting baseball cards and team baseballs. She'd beg to go early to Sunday games to see if she could get autographs. We signed her up for the Rockies Rookies club and took her to special events and clinics at Coors Field. Emily loved the Rockies just because they were her team.

Last year I took her, her younger sister and a friend to opening day. By the time we got the tickets all we could get was the top row. The kids had a blast. They thought it was the most wonderful thing ever to be there on opening day.

A few weeks before the big winning streak we were at a game and were disappointed for the team at how few people were in the stands. Then of course, the Rockies started winning. The more they won the more people showed up. Then came the playoffs and the World Series.

Like many others I sat online trying for hours trying to get tickets for my daughter who had been a faithful fan all along. Finally, through a friend we were able to score a few tickets to the first home game of the Series. This time it was Emily and I along with 2 friends. Emily was ecstatic to find out that once again she was sitting in the top row. Of course we all know that the viewpoint is not great from the top but Emily, she was just happy to be there.

I love the Rockies because win or lose, they have always been there for my daughter. They sign her hats, her mitts and her cards. Once they even signed her batting helmet. They show her that even the best players can strike out or fall victim to a slump. But you never give up. There is always another chance, another game. You just have to keep practicing and trying your best. They show her that hard work and determination might just get the little guy into the big game. You just have to believe. And trust me, my daughter believes.