By Woody Paige The Denver Post Rain that would hurt a cow, thunder and lightning that would scare Thor, hail that could be knuckled in a marble shootit was a Friday afternoon in downtown Denver that would cause this basebawl: "No Rockies game! No fireworks night! Whaaaaa!" And that blubbering was from a 43-year-old bank executive. There's no crying in baseball in Denver . . . these days. Weather thou goest. Get that weak climatic stuff out of here. No stopping the Rocksolids now. At 5:45 p.m., the thunder and the lightning, the hail and brimstone, the downpouring of cats, dogs and farm animals suddenly went away. The skies cleared, the sun appeared, the people happily leered — and game on. It was a Friday night that makes 49 states and France envious, and babies and men coo. Cook this evening in butter and grease and slather...
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