The singular, A-number-1, positively, absolutely most important time in a young man's life is upon us. For that reason, I can't blog for awhile.
On Tuesday evening, September 9th (Side note; coincedentally, I was at County Stadium exactly 16 years earlier watching Robin Yount get his 3000th hit), I took (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Son, Mitten to the Brewers game. It was a cool but comfortable evening, but with the Miller Park dome closed, it was a great night for baseball. And except for Jeff Suppan and some guy that I've never heard of going to a 3-1 count on every batter before every batter started fouling off pitches, we had a great time. (Side note; on Saturday, September 6th, My-Sugar-Na and I watched the Brewers beat the Padres in 2 hours and 7 minutes. By comparison, at 9:14 PM on Tuesday, we were in the top of the 6th inning.)
As the game meandered on way past Mitten's bedtime, Ray Durham (who clearly doesn't respect a child's need for sleep) hit a game-tying 3-run home run in the 7th inning, and the hapless Reds and ice cold Brewers played on into the night.
I might have a line on a ticket for myself for tonight's Brewers/Cubs game at Wrigley.
Refreshing everybody's memory, the Brewers are now 4-3 at Wrigley, and I have been to two of the Brewers losses there in April. Also, I have been to four Brewers/Cubs games this season, and the Brewers are 0-4 in those four games.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Animals and those creepy alien-type things on Stargate: Today I am pleased to turn over my humble little blog to my favorite wife, My-Sugar-Na! Please give her your undivided attention.