Get Off My Mound? Braden: “No.”
Two post-snub homers? I’m voting Votto.
Official: Yo to DL, Davis activated.
Hart going with Prince’s winning pitcher.
New beard in town: Joe Inglett.
Johan’s first homer. Take that, Reds!
Escobar’s glove is hurting. Night off.
Good god, Pablo Sandoval is large!
Wolf through 4. No score, 6Ks.
George still can’t catch runners. Ugh.
Counsell’s error leads to 2 runs.
Sixth inning unraveling. 5-0 Giants. Boo.
Late throws make George look worse.
Johnny Damon notches 2500th hit. Congrats!
(Briefly leaves Crew for The Hills.)
Zohmy. Fan falls at Rangers game.
Wolf: 3 up, 3 down seventh.
Zimmerman’s 2 HRs help Nats, me.
Mariano Rivera out, gives NL chance?
Favorite MLB beard goes 0-fer. Again.
New beard gets only RBI. Fiiiiiiinally!
Corey stops at 20. Bad break.
Youkilis exits. Bo-Sox need more milk.
Damon walks off. Tigers in 11.
A-Rod’s slam puts him within 4.
MLB’s night not over. Mine is.
Please pardon the absence. I’ve been on vacation all week and there was no way I was gonna sit down and post when I had every opportunity to go out during the week, be lazy during the days and watch my Boys start to turn it around.
Finally, a week later, here’s the Minnesoooooota recap.
The weekend began by taking a short jaunt to Madison Thursday night so we could cut off an hour and leave later for Minneapolis the next morning. After making spicy jalapeno mac and cheese and chili lime chicken burgers, we settled in to watch my Hubby, the Narv Dog, lead the Crew to it’s first win in their last 10 games. Not an amazing win by a long shot, but it was nice to go to bed knowing the Brewers weren’t total losers.
So, smoothies in hand, we set out for Minnesota in the pouring rain and Madge, our GPS, was leading the way to The Nook in St. Paul. Three starving ladies just wanted burgers and beer (and in Nik’s case, a malt) to kick off our mini-vacay and let me tell you, this thing was worth the wait.
Behold, The Molitor. Two burger patties filled with pepperjack cheese goodness, paired with the best fries I’ve ever had the pleasure of stuffing my face with. It should be an actual crime for all restaurants to NOT soak their handcut fries in vinegar before frying them. I will forever be disappointed with anything else.
If you’re heading to the Twin Cities anytime soon, it is an absolute MUST that you stop at The Nook.
From there, we drove the arduous 15 minutes to Minneapolis and once we arrived, it was really hard not to notice the one eyesore of an otherwise gorgeous city: The Metrodome. And, naturally, since Mol and I were wearing Packers shirts (because why wouldn’t you wear Packers shirts when in Viqueens State?), we got out to find Mr. Arnold himself…
…to take some pics of our disdain for him.
The only mean Minnesotans we encountered all weekend was a drive-by insult at this point, telling us to go back to Wisconsin. I mean, gladly. We have Aaron Rodgers there.
Anyway, after that quick stop, we got to our super-cute downtown hotel and got ready for the quick walk to beautiful Target Field. We put on our best Brewers gear and, of course, prepped with a couple Sausage Shots…
…and the Triplets were off. We made a quick stop at Brothers for Happy Hour in the adorable alley bar…
…then joined the droves of fellow Brewers fans (and super, super attractive Twins fans) and went to the field.
So the game…
First of all, gorgeous, gorgeous stadium. Thank god the Twins don’t have to play at the Eyesore anymore, is all I have to say. Look at this view!
Soooo, top of the 1st, eh, who cares? No runs, NBD. Bottom? Holy eff.
Normally, you know, I’m all about Dave Bush. Love the high socks, love the sometimes beard. But on this particular night, I wanted to punch him in the throat. Six runs in 1/3 of an inning and who does Manager of the Year Ken Macha send out to replace DB? Oh, of course. Logical choice. Jeff freaking Suppan. Cue the Triplets leaving their seats and finding the nearest bar (thankfully, Target Field has LOTS of full bars scattered throughout).
Luckily for us, Twins fans are super nice and no one gloated when their score kept climbing and the Crew’s sat at zero. Although, you have to enjoy Carlos Gomez hitting a 3-run bomb and toooootally rubbing it in his former team’s face.
After the game, the ladies and I went back to Brothers to drink away our sorrows, play a bit of darts (of course, me and a dude in a Denard Span jersey won in a total beat-down) and dance our little Brewers-loving booties off.
The next day, Nik and I took to the skywalks while Mol slept off her headache. It was pouring yet again, and as nothing was open in the buildings, we had to hoof it on the actual cold, wet streets if we wanted to find food. By the time we were done eating, the skies had cleared and it was getting warmer by the minute so we walked towards the field to check out how unreasonably priced tickets were for that afternoon’s game. Too rich for our blood, so we wandered around a bit longer, went back to the hotel to pick up Mol and go to Brit’s Pub…
…to catch the rest of what turned out to be a 12-inning debacle of a game. Not surprising, the Brewers were now down 0-2 in interleague play.
After that, we got all dolled up and headed out for a night on the town, which is a totally different beast at night. We don’t like clubs, we don’t like covers and we most definitely don’t like girls that wear underwear as clothes. Needless to say, we called it an early night and went back to the hotel to finish our bottle of reisling in bed.
Sunday rolls around and we pack and get ready to hit the road. It was only after we crossed the border back into Wisconsin and finish our KFC Buffet that we finally stumble upon a radio station that carries the game. And only after we are comfortably finished with our Norske’s Nook pies do the Brewers induce near-heart attacks and actually pull off a series finale win. Halle-effing-luja.
And, since it’s been so long, just a quick few things about the Brewers lately. First off, Narv Dog, no longer my hubby. From now on, ‘hubby’ will refer to George Kottaras. Second, Chris Capuano is back with the club and will likely be inserted into the starting rotation and as a result of his addition, Claudio Vargas was DFA’d. Thirdly, Macha’s been playing with the line-up and as of right now, it’s been paying off. (Although, Braun bats second today. Weird) Fourth, and probably most important, Yovani Gallardo outdueled Johan Santana Friday night. He went to distance with a complete game shutout. Fifth, Corey Hart is the talk of the town, walking off Yo’s insane game with a 2-run homer Friday, grand slamming in the 1st last night and 2-run homering in the 3rd, accouting for 6 of the Brewers 8 runs.
Lately, it seems that’s all a team needs to make fools out of the Brewers. Lucky for them, New York didn’t have any to send to the mound in this series. That, coupled with nearly all of their A-squad on the DL, and they pretty much handed the series win to the Crew.
Brewers 10, Mets 6
If it weren’t for Carlos Villanueva, I would say Monday night’s was one of the best games of the season so far. Instead, it was just a really good game with a bit of a blemish.
The Brewers finally rejoined the hit parade, nearly tying their season high of 20. That game was the 15-3 blowout in Cincinatti back in May. Aside from the high hit count, this game had something else in common with that one: the grandslam.
Casey McGehee had the honor in the bottom of the 6th–sweet redemption from the lazy pop-up that entered, then promptly left, his glove in the top of the frame.
But, being the diehard gamer that he is, McGehee didn’t seem to even acknowledge the grandslam. He was too busy mulling the error that eventually led to 2 Mets’ runs to even think about what he’d just done. Either way, he was beckoned back out by the thankful crowd and he reluctantly obliged the curtain call. It was nice to see his post-game interview, too because, one, I’ve never seen him smile or heard him speak and two, I wanted him to show some pride over what he’d accomplished. Way to go, Casey!
There were other things working for the Brewers that night, too. JJ Hardy went 4-4, including a solo HR. Jason Kendall went 3-4 with an RBI, and even when McGehee was taken out, Bill Hall was shockingly able to produce. Hall stepped up, going 2-2 with 2 RBIs.
Villanueva, as I mentioned, was the lone dark spot on an otherwise great game. After Todd Coffey and Mitch Stetter worked a combined scoreless 1+ inning, Villa gave up enough runs (including a Gary Sheffield 2-run shot. Boo.) to warrant a trip to the mound from Trevor Hoffman. Ordinarily, I’m not opposed to seeing Hoffman, but with a 7-run lead going into the 9th, I’d rather not have to. Instead, he comes out with 2 on and 1 out, and with one pitch, the game is over and the shirts are untucked.
When all is said and done, Milwaukee leads the NL Central by 1. Awesome.
Brewers 6, Mets 3
Mike Burns vs. Johan Santana. Hmmmm….
This game did not go as many wouldn’ve expected it to. Although, it started that way.
Burns gave up a 2-run homer early in the first to David Wright. His remaining 6+ innings were basically flawless.
Santana, on the other hand, wasn’t as lucky. A series of hits in the 3rd ended up scoring the first Brewers run on a Ryan Braun RBI. One inning later, I found myself hoping for another grandslam. Santana walked Burns on 4 straight pitches then Corey Hart doubled on the most hilarious outfield slip I’ve seen in a long time. (I kid you not. The fall that Fernando Martinez took was classic. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard.) JJ Hardy followed with a walk to load the bases for Braun.
What happened next may as well have been a grandslam, as far as I’m concerned. But I’ll take what I can get.
Braun doubled on an 0-2 count to Gary Sheffield. Burns and Hart scored easily, but a throw to the plate to catch Hardy was deflected past Omir Santos to Santana, allowing the third run. Santana then overthrew third on an attempt to tag Braun out and, despite not technically being a grandslam, that 4th run scored anyway. My neighbors probably think I’m crazy after that play, for I was home alone, screaming like an absolute maniac. (Can you blame me?)
Three innings go by with nary a run scored. Somehow Burns is out of the game in the 7th with a mid-90’s pitch count, while Johan remains in the game, over 100 pitches, and proceeds to give up a solo bomb to Prince Fielder. Just a little insurance, I guess. Looks like Jerry Manuel wasn’t thinking too clearly by leaving Santana in to start the bottom of the 7th. He finally exits the game after that.
A myriad of pitchers come out for both teams and the Brewers narrowly avoided an 8th innings Mets’ threat. And because Hoffman worked a grueling 1-pitch game the night before, it was Coffey on the mound to finish it off. A nice double-play ball put the first 2 outs on the board, but I guess Martinez wanted to make up for his embarassment back in the 4th and hit a homer to the Tundra Territory. Ah well. Too little, too late.
The game ended one batter later, preserving Burns’ first Major League win.
The Brewers now lead the Central by 2 games. Awesome.
Brewers 0, Mets 1
Apparently Yovani Gallardo can’t catch a break against the Mets. The poor guy pitches another great game, yet loses again in a 1-0 shutout.
Newly appointed Top 10 Hottie Ryan Church was responsible for the single RBI of the game, and Gallardo was tabbed for the loss.
Despite outhitting the Mets 7-5, the Brewers were unable to capitalize and give Yo what would’ve been a well-deserved win.
Gallardo struck out a career-high 12 batters in 7 innings pitched. That’s twice as many as Mets’ starter Mike Pelfrey.
And Fielder was caught stealing. Shocker.
The Brewers currently lead the Central by a game and a half. Still awesome. Hopefully the Cardinals will get swept.
The Brewers final roadtrip of the first half is a 4-game series this weekend in Chicago. The Cubs have been faltering lately, so I’m not too worried the Crew will come home with their lead in tact. But before the All-Star break, the Cards and Dodgers come to Miller Park. That leaves a bit up in the air. But, as I said in my last post, the second half is relatively easy for Milwaukee. Hopefully the lead will still be theirs come October.
Tomorrow’s match-up: Seth McClung (3-1, 3.55 ERA) vs. Ryan Dempster (4-5, 4.09 ERA) in a rare Thursday night game at Wrigley.
I waited patiently (sort of) all weekend to finally catch a Brewers win over the Mets.
I tried everything I had up my sleeve: the shoes, the shotglass, changing Brewers apparel on more than one occasion during the games. Nothing seemed to be working.
Friday night, even with Ryan Braun’s 3-run homer, the Crew fell to within a run of the Mets and it was sad. Saturday was an even-keeled match-up with Yovani Gallardo and Johan Santana, but eventually Milwaukee gave up the only run scored the entire game and it was equally sad.
Then it was Jeff Suppan’s turn on the mound again on Sunday. I wasn’t holding out much hope. And seeing the newly black-haired Corey Hart and JJ Hardy made me feel like they were really reaching, looking for anything to get pumped. But, again, it was a pretty even game between Suppan and New York starter (and former Brewer) Nelson Figueroa. Suppan allowed 2 runs on 8 hits, but the Brewers shot back in the 3rd and tied it up. Thanfully for Suppan, Milwaukee had some outstanding defensive plays (obviouly not counting Hardy’s inexplicable inability to handle a ball yesterday) to keep Mets’ baserunners at bay and Mike Cameron slammed his 4th homerun for a bit of insurance.
But the hero of the day truely was Todd Coffey. You know the second that guy starts sprinting out of the bullpen that he’s ready to do what he’s got to do. Since coming to Milwaukee last September, he has yet to allow a run and yesterday was no different. He not only notched a 2 2/3 innings save, but he was also part of that awesome 1-2-3 double-play to end the game, Brewers 4, Mets 2.
Today was an off-day (boo!) but tomorrow the Crew starts a 3-game series in Philly, beginning with a lefty-on-righty match-up between Top 10 Hottie Manny Parra (0-2, 6.97ERA) and Joe Blanton (0-1, 9.00ERA). I’m hoping for some momentum from the Brewers.
And maybe a few more black-haired heads?
Well, American Idol isn’t on tonight and most shows are in reruns. What’s a girl to do?? Watch old Brewers games, of course!
I happened upon this Classic on FSN Wisconsin just aimlessly flipping through channels. Brewers v. Twins from 6/25/05. As it’s the bottom of the 5th and the Brewers are down by 3, I’ve yet to discover why it’s considered a classic, but I could see a couple reasons, I guess.
It was Rickie Weeks’s first homerun in the majors, then a couple innings later, his first triple. It was Ryan Braun’s first on-air interview after signing with the Brewers. (Even then, you could see he was gonna be a big deal. That guy never lacked confidence.)
What I’m loving most about watching this nearly 4-year-old game is seeing all the little baby players! I’ve always been a Brewers fan, but I got obsessed only a couple years ago, so it’s just so funny to see some of these guys. Prince Fielder is thin(ner) and just hanging out on the bench, JJ Hardy looks like a teenager and Geoff Jenkins had a full head of hair. And Baby Top 10 Hottie Joe Mauer! Awe!
It’s games like this that make me remember that this team used to have guys like Carlos Lee, Lyle Overbay and Wes Helms. I forget about things like that because these days all you notice is the core group of young guys the Brewers have that have come all the way up through the farm system.
So anyways, I just thought I’d mention a teeny bit about baseball tonight other than my countdown pic. You know, even if it is just talking about an old game. (PS, Princey just hit his first HR in the majors. A pinch-hit 3-run dinger for the lead. That’s what makes this game a Classic!)
So, speaking of old games, tonight’s pic, with 45 days til the Home Opener, is of Mol and I with our 1982 pennants. True, we weren’t even born yet, but those are actual pennants from the greatest season in Brewers history. That night was an unfortunate loss to the Cardinals, during a recreation of the ’82 Suds Series. Regardless, it was a big tribute to the 1982 American League East Champs, the entire team was there to be celebrated and we had an absolute blast.
Mol, me, crazy-awesome pennants