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.
Contrast that with the day before, when it was 84 degrees! Look at the photos below to see the stark difference. It was such a beautiful night that we ate outside a few blocks from the stadium, where a game was going on. It was such a great day in every way, but I guess you could say Sunday, this snowy, snowy Sunday, was also a great day even if I didn't get to see the baseball game.