The Angels are coming to the thin air where their pitching staff goes to die, but our guys can't hit water if they fell out of a boat, so I'm staying off this one until I see who's throwing.

The Angels are about to learn what happens when you bring a lineup to a stadium where the air is thinner than a sports radio host's credibility and our boys are just warming up their bats.

Down 4 in the 2nd at altitude where we're supposed to be murdering baseballs and instead we're watching our pitchers get shelled like we brought a tee-ball squad to Anaheim, so yeah this is fine

Look, I've seen the Rockies cough up leads at altitude and chase down deficits that made no sense, but being down 6 in the third at Anaheim is the kind of hole even our bats can't climb out of tonight.

Look, we're down seven runs in the fourth at sea level where the ball dies like a wounded duck, but I've seen these Angels bullpen guys fold faster than a cheap lawn chair in September, so I'm telling you right now we're walking out of Anaheim with this one.

Down five at altitude in the fifth where the Angels' pitching gets shredded like swiss cheese and we're still leaving runners on base like we're allergic to runs.

The Rockies could show up in pajamas and we'd still find a way to lose this thing.

The Rockies are in Denver right now playing us at home, which means they're already confused enough without us needing to actually score runs to beat them.

Even in this concrete tomb in Anaheim, watching the Rockies get blanked feels like the only thing this franchise can still do right.

We're up 6-nothing on Colorado in the third inning and I'm telling you right now this team is gonna win this game tonight, absolutely, no question about it.

Even a broken Angels team beats the Rockies at home, which is the saddest victory lap I'll take this season.

We're up five runs in the fifth with the Rockies, so naturally I'm checking the parking lot exit times because baseball gods love watching Angels fans suffer.