Yes, I’m still here and yes, I’m still a Brewers  fan

Okay, okay. It’s been quite some time. Let’s talk about last night, shall we?

I started my night with a very promising Facebook status: “Brewers game. Looking forward to awesome seats (thanks, MC!), Ryan’s 100th and untucked shirts.”

Welllllll, here’s a rundown of how the night really went.

My parents and I, for whatever reason, bought tickets to last night’s game against the Cardinals, like, 3 months ago. Terrace Box seats, nothing special. My dad’s BFF Mark (the MC from the FB status) called to say he had tickets behind the plate. Needless to say, we ditched the crappy seats in favor of his. Nice.

So now, we’ve got some extra tickets to rid ourselves of. We’re standing outside Miller Park when Mark spots this guy.

 

That’s right. Douglas C. Neidermeyer. Bob “The Maestro” Cobb. Well, alright. Mark Metcalf. Whatever you’d like to call him, we chatted a bit (because he and Mark are such good buddies) and as it turned out, his tickets had been lost in transit somehow and he was stuck outside. Good thing we had some to spare!

The night had started out well. Celeb sighting, 4th row seats, perfect view of Ryan Braun’s butt–excellent so far.

Even better was Prince Fielder’s 2-run shot in the bottom of the first, the Cards not being able to capitalize on multiple scoring opportunities and a bullpen that wouldn’t quit. Scheduled starter Manny Parra left after a scoreless first due to neck spasms, but the ‘pen was getting out of jams left and right. My only concerns of the night? Would I be seen on TV attempting to eat a massive caramel apple and why wasn’t Top 10 Hottie Skip Schumaker in the lineup?

Well, Skip eventually entered the game and, as far as I know, no one saw me eating because no one saw me on TV.

My favorite part of the night, besides RB’s bum, and Prince’s homer and Skip being 40 feet in front of me? Claudio Vargas getting himself out of a whole lot of potential run-scoring trouble in the bottom of the 8th after St. Louis had battled to within a run. What that meant was it would soon be Trevor Time.

Now, I’d had to pee since probably mid-7th. I didn’t want to miss Ryan’s 100th homerun (I was pretty sure I’d be in attendance for it. He knows how important that is to me) so I stuck it out. Then the top of the 8th was so nail-bitingly unnerving that I didn’t want to miss anything. Then Hell’s Bells came on, so I couldn’t get up for that….right?

Ugh. Twice now. Twice, I’ve witnessed Hoffman blow a save. First, he walks Poo Holes then he has to face Matt Holliday. Along with Ryan and Prince, they’re a pretty intimidating 3-4 combo. And what does Holliday do? But of course! Hits the ball to deep center for a 2-run bomb and the lead. Oops.

Okay, so it was only a 1-run lead. The Brewers can handle this, right? Wellllllll, the bottom of the order is up, and while I hadn’t quite given up yet, I wasn’t exactly feeling as confident for a win as I was when the night began. Lo and behold, the Cardinals came out on top. No shirts were untucked. RBs 100th remains in his bat. And the Brewers continue their slide. (After today’s loss, the Crew is 17 games out and 7 under .500. Ouch.)

Was I disappointed in the outcome? Of course. All in all, still a good night? Yep. Have I asked and answered a lot of my own questions in this post? Yeah, just noticed that.

So, since it’s been so long, I shall grace you all with a few choice pictures from last night’s game.

 

Look! Corey’s back!

 

 

Mark and my dad, with Ryan Ludwick striking out. Ha.

 

Ah, Skip.

 

Hehe!

 

And, just because it’s been so long since my last post and I have yet to even mention it, let’s talk a little bit about Prince and the Boys’ celebration Sunday afternoon.

I disagree that it was offensive, unsportsmanlike and over the top. The Brewers, as we all know, have been on a downward spiral since well before the All-Star break and it’s seeming like there’s no stopping it. That game was OC (outta control). Spectacular defense (including that amaaaaaazing triple play!) and crazy good pitching made for a really long game, all tied up at a 1 apiece. The Giants already had the series in the bag and the Brewers had been struggling for any sort of offensive outburst. I mean, seriously, how long has it been since the Brewers had a walk-off win? I honestly don’t even remember. I say, celebrate all you want. The Cardinals started all the whining with the untucked shirts. Offensive? Get real, LaRussa. Now the Giants have something to complain about with the choreographed routine at the plate. Okay, so maybe a bit over the top, but hilarious! My guess is, that’s something they’d been planning out for such a long time, but never had the opportunity to do. And you know what else? It was at home, it was the final game of yet another lost series and, let’s face it, the Brewers don’t have much to play for this season other than to go out there and have fun everyday. And it’s really hard to have fun when you’re losing pretty damn consistently. So I say do it up, Boys! And do it as big as you want.

 

Go Brewers!

 

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