Those Rotten Rockies #Book Excerpts

With the World Series starting this week, I can’t help thinking about my late husband Bill’s adoration for the Colorado Rockies. This baseball team didn’t always do well. After an especially tough game, Bill would say, “The Rockies are rotten to the core.” But the next day, his ear would be glued to the radio, paying attention to every pitch, catch, and the rare home run.

In 2007, the Rockies made the World Series. They played against the Boston Red Sox. Bill was in his element, sitting in his recliner with his radio broadcasting each day’s game. He’d suffered two strokes that paralyzed his left side, and we’d just realized he would probably never walk again. So, the Rockies’ good fortune couldn’t have come at a better time.

Unfortunately, the players must have let their World Series-making victory go to their heads because the team lost almost every game. When it was finally over, I expected Bill to say, “The Rockies are rotten to the core.” But he didn’t. Life went on. You can read more of our story in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.

Bill’s boyish spirit and unwavering support of the Colorado Rockies inspired a minor character in my new novel, The Red Dress. Thomas, my main character Eve’s son, is thirteen years old, and is an avid fan of The Colorado Rockies. In the following excerpts, he demonstrates his frustration after attending a game where they lose, then his eagerness to see them play in Los Angeles while the family is planning a trip to California.


A few minutes later, as Eve was starting to unload the dishwasher, the back door opened and in came Greg and Thomas, followed by Ginger, who pranced about, wagging her tail.

Greg appeared subdued, and Thomas looked miserable.

“What happened?” asked Eve.

“The Rockies are rotten to the core,” said Thomas.

“In other words, they lost big time,” said Greg.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. What a way to end your birthday, huh?”

“They were way behind by the third inning and stayed that way throughout the entire game,” said Greg. “I wanted to leave at the seventh inning stretch, but this kid still believes in miracles.” He patted Thomas on the shoulder.


“Dad, I think the Rockies are playing the Dodgers in L.A. next week. Can we go to the game?”

“We’ll see,” said Greg. “Wait a minute. I thought you said last night the Rockies were rotten to the core.”

“They’ll do better,” said Thomas. “They were just in a slump last night.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Greg with a grin.


New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.


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Monday Musical Memory: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

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My late husband Bill was an avid baseball fan. His favorite team was the Colorado Rockies, and he stood by them always. They lost many games over the last few years of Bill’s life. At the end of a losing game, he was so frustrated sometimes that he would say, “The Rockies are rotten to the core.” At the start of the next game though, his ear was glued to the radio, anticipating the first pitch. Bill’s adoration of this team inspired a character in my new novel, The Red Dress, coming soon.

A year after he passed, I had an opportunity to attend a Colorado Rockies game. I was visiting relatives in Colorado Springs, and my uncle from California, an avid Los Angeles Dodgers fan, was also there. He had tickets to see the Dodgers play the Rockies at Coors Field in Denver.

So, I went with him and my uncle and aunt in Colorado Springs, and my cousins from Denver joined us. Because of my limited vision, I couldn’t see much of the action, and I forgot to bring a radio with headphones so I could hear the play-by-play, but since my cousins were Rockies fans, I could tell which team was ahead by who was happy. As the evening wore on, my uncle became more jubilant and my cousins more depressed.

I felt close to Bill, sitting in those stands. If he were still alive, he would have called me a million times from the nursing home to discuss the game and perhaps hear the roar of the crowd over the phone as well as on the radio. If he were actually at the game, he would have stayed till the bitter end, which my California uncle did since the Dodgers were winning, but I left with my Colorado Springs kin soon after the seventh-inning stretch.

Speaking of the seventh-inning stretch, the song I’m singing today is in commemoration of the opening of the National Baseball Hall of Fame eighty years ago on June 12th. The song, which is usually sung at the ballpark during the seventh inning stretch,  was recorded live at Elm Croft, an assisted living facility where I entertain for their monthly birthday parties. I accompanied myself on guitar since a piano wasn’t available. Click the link below to hear it.


Take Me Out to the Ball Game


How about you? Have you ever attended a major or minor or even a little league baseball game? Did your team win?


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Two Years After My Husband’s Passing

Today’s poem was inspired by the video prompt at . This is the second in a series of prompts posted at . .




In his mid-60’s, the same age as when we met, with gray hair, sunglasses,

he takes the seat next to me at the ball park.

I half expect him to say, “Hello sweetie.”

Instead, he asks in his familiar, lilting voice

if I’m a Colorado Rockies fan.

I say yes, intent on the game.


My cousin whispers that he looks like Bill.

I ignore her, ask if he knows the score

since I can’t read the board with my limited vision.

He says it’s 0-5 with the opposing team ahead.

We listen, watch in silence,


sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” at the seventh inning stretch.

He offers to bring me something to eat.

I say I’ll go with him,

stand, take his arm, allow him to guide me,


marvel that his blind eyes can now see in death,

and he no longer walks with a limp.

We purchase our food and drinks, return to our seats.


The opposing team creams the Rockies 12-3.

As we’re getting ready to leave, we shake hands.

He says he’ll see me around,

walks away–I take my cousin’s arm.

We file out of the stadium.


Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author


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Fun Pun Revisited

Today’s poem was written and posted here a couple of years ago after my late husband Bill passed. Baseball season opens this coming Sunday, and if Bill were still alive, he would have been following the Colorado Rockies spring training games and waiting with baited breath for their season opener. I was inspired to do this instead of following the daily prompt at which contains a link to the poem “Casey at the Bat.”

The following is a fun pun poem which utilizes words that are spelled differently and have different meanings, i.e. sight (s i g h t) instead of site. (s i t e.) If you’re a baseball fan, enjoy the games, and may the best team win.


If you get a fowl bawl, (b a w l) you’re not playing the game write. (w r I t e) When you’re on home plate, and you see the ball coming toward you, swing the bat and prey (p r e y) that it connects with the bawl (b a w l) and sends it in the write (w r i t e) direction. Theirs `(t h e i r s) a trick to that you will master only after months of practice and only if you have good I’s. (I ‘ s) It mite (m i t e) be better two (t w o) dew (d e w) something like water aerobics which doesn’t require a lot of I (i) site. (s I t e) It beats being hit in the knows (k n o w s) with a bawl. (b a w l)

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