The Rockies have ruined baseball for me. They got my hopes up and crushed them into a pulp of embarrassment and shame too many times, most notably this past year. The more the pulp piles up, the more bitter I get.

Both the Detroit Tigers and the San Francisco Giants embody everything that the Rockies lack; therefore, it pains me to even watch the highlights of their World Series Matchup on “Sportscenter.” This shouldn’t make me less of a fan; I simply can’t handle the shame this year.

Both teams can hit and pitch, and their front offices actually care about winning. While the Giants represent the style of play the Rockies seem incapable of replicating, the Tigers spend the millions of dollars that the Rockies refuse to spend on quality players.

The cherry on top of this cake of jealousy is Marco Scutaro, former Rockies second baseman, who was the National League Championship Series MVP for the Giants, less than a year after performing dismally for the Rockies.

The Giants’ pitching staff is perhaps the most offensive part of the series to me. It’s stocked full of guys that can actually pitch at a high level, day in and day out.

The Tigers represent the money the Rockies front office is unwilling to spend in order to succeed. Detroit snatched Miguel Cabrera away from the Florida Marlins when the Marlins decided they couldn’t afford him anymore. Cabrera hit for the Triple Crown this year, becoming the first player since Carl Yastrzemski of the 1967 Boston Red Sox to achieve the feat.

The Tigers also sniped Prince Fielder from the Brewers, after, you guessed it, the Brewers couldn’t afford him anymore.

In essence, these two teams are everything the Rockies could be, but aren’t. That simple realization has turned me off of watching America’s favorite pastime. My aversion probably wouldn’t be so bad if not for 2007.

In 2007, as many may remember, the Rockies reached the World Series for the first time in franchise history, riding a tidal wave of hot hitting, team chemistry and timely pitching. That fall, I tricked myself into thinking this was a sign of things to come for the Blake Street Bombers.

I obviously could not have been more wrong. Their steep descent into irrelevance has stung far more than all those losing seasons of my childhood, prior to that magical run in Rocktober.

Some might say a true fan would stick by his team through thick and thin, that I am merely being a fair-weather fan. I counter this point by saying that real fans demand better. They care enough about their teams to be hurt when they lose, to take breathers from the disappointment.

As such, I am officially taking a break from baseball, so as to not let this year’s, or next year’s, Rockies team ruin the sport for me forever.