I didn't know how I would feel about it when I got to thinking Sunday morning on my final approach to Miller Park, but I knew I would feel something. So the game didn't go as planned, but by the time the bottom of the ninth came around, there was still some fight in our 2009 Brewers in a 6-5 game.
As the outs and strikes picked up, I started to think about this being the final at-bat. And with Prince standing on third base and two outs, I didn't really care about what the guy behind me, around me or in front of me was doing, but damnit, I was going to pull everything out of this final inning in the place I go to forget about everything else. Then as the dickhead of an umpire called a strike three to send the Brewers out of town, I could do nothing more than admire what should be considered one of the greatest "Cathedrals of Baseball."
Yeah I got choked up. This was my 18th game of the season and a summer that had great friendships formed and others started. I even did my best to share the awesomeness by bringing my kid sister, Kelly, three hours for her first game.
I am fortunate enough to have friends with connections which gives me the ability to attend multiple games (I went to 6 of the last 9 on the final home stand) so this is my place and my team. There are people that would ridicule a guy like myself, or RJ (aforementioned friend with season tix) for living and dying in sports, but those people are also ones that don't have any sort of clue in life. Sports are my emotional escape and at around 4:30 yesterday, it was kind of a mixed ball of emotions coming out of me. I don't know what I'm going to do this winter. As much as I love the Bears and live and die with them just the same, there's something about baseball and the Brewers that brings it out of me.
On the other side of sadness, is extreme happiness and enjoyment. And that was my Sunday night. With a little help from my friend Trish (who dished a players postgame hangout), this baseball nerd strapped on his party hat and was not disappointed.
I won't say where (if I know you, I've divulged details), but I will say Todd Coffey is a fucking hilarious dude ("That's 1 of 30. Everybody's getting drunk and puking tonight" was the line he used I believe), Mitch Stetter great shit and John Axford is funny. Manny Parra keeps to himself, which I have no problem with, and Claudio Vargas keeps an eye on Alcides Escobar.
Oh boy. We lived the life last night, the drinks were great, the bartenders gorgeous (Trish!), and the Brewers just great dudes.
Todd Coffey, sir, I will own your T-Shirt jersey next year. After the media guide, that's the first purchase being made in 2010!
Amidst all of the Brewers fun and reflection, my football team, the Chicago Bears, pulled out another win. This one in big comeback fashion, as Jay Cutler led another scoring drive as time wound down. This time Devin Hester hauled in a great catch and broke a tackle to get to the house. That's 2-1 now with the Lions coming to Soldier Field next Sunday at high noon.
For those that are going to give the "Lions are hot now, look out!" speeches, the fact the Lions won last week will not allow the Bears to overlook this team heading into the bye week. (I'd give you more breakdown, but the Brewers ran the day yesterday). Maybe tomorrow.
For some video, I got something for you that requires some interaction. Take a look at this, but make sure your fingers aren't sticky!
Now to today's Nussie Hunter. As you know I'm a rather big Entourage fan (Shouts to Drama!) and this season has been about Turtle and his girl Jamie Lynn Sigler, who plays "herself" on the show. I haven't watched this week's episode just yet, but will do so tomorrow along with my other fave show How I Met Your Mother.
But back to the Nussie Hunter. He's a fan of Vinny Chase and the boys, too. So today we deliver, Tony Saprano's little girl. Enjoy!
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