The Rockies lost 7-2 in Arizona on Tuesday, which took them to 57-100, which means the number arrived again.
2023: 59-103. 2024: 61-101. 2025: 43-119. 2026: 57-100, with five games still to play.
Four consecutive seasons of a hundred losses. There is no trick to that sentence. It is just the thing that happened.
We are not going to do the bit. Everybody else is doing the bit. Every account with a cartoon avatar has already done the bit, and they did it with a GIF, and they will do it again on Thursday.
Here is what we will say instead. A hundred losses is not one catastrophe. It is a hundred nights. Somebody drove to the park a hundred times knowing roughly how it was going to go and put the uniform on anyway. Somebody’s kid saw their first live baseball game in one of those hundred and has no idea it was supposed to be embarrassing, because it wasn’t — it was a warm evening and a man hit a ball a very long way and the mountains were right there.
Baseball is a game of failure. We say that a lot around here and we mean it as a compliment. It is the only major sport where the best hitter alive makes an out two-thirds of the time and nobody considers that a scandal. A hundred losses is that truth with the volume turned all the way up and the knob broken off.
The Rockies will lose a few more. Then it will be over, and in February a bus will pull into Arizona and twenty-six men will get off it believing something, and they will be wrong again, and they will do it anyway.
That’s the sport. That’s the whole sport.