So many things to talk about, so little time. After working Monday and Tuesday night's games this week, I'm right back at Miller Park Friday and Saturday, and then back again as a fan on Sunday. And a lot happened over the course of the SWEEP against the Giants that I haven't yet had a chance to discuss...
SO once again, if you don't mind (and hell, even if you do), I'm going to take this opportunity to ramble...
--I want to start by apologizing for some really poor writing on my part. Two blogs ago, I mentioned that at times Brewers strike outs can pile up faster than Shawn Kemp's paternity suits. That was a horribly dated line, and I sincerely apologize. Shawn Kemp hasn't even made the slightest blip on the sports radar scene for any of his last 3,476 cheeseburgers. Perhaps in 1994, that would have been a timely line. So forgive me. What I meant to say was "Brewers strike outs can pile up faster than Elijah Duke's paternity suits." Thank you. I feel much better and much more contemporary now.
--One of my responsibilities as a concierge at Miller Park is to go on the peanut run. At the top of the third inning, we fill up the carts and deliver complimentary peanuts to all of the regular suite holders. Most of the time, it's actually kind of fun. The way some of these people respond to the peanuts, you'd think I was handing them a blank check from the Brewers. "Whoa! Peanuts! Awesome. Thanks, man!" But I like that. It makes me feel good, and on occasion we even share a celebratory peanut-induced high-five. Which is nice. BUT then there's times when people actually get a bit snotty about the peanuts. For instance, one gentleman on Tuesday night said, "Wow, peanuts. I pay $530 on food and I get a whole two free bags of peanuts. Just what I wanted."
If you expect me to feel bad that you can sit in the suites and afford $530 worth of food, well, then...you're pretty much a dumbass. No, not even pretty much. You're 100%, Grade A, dumbass. Plain and simple. I'm here after my regular job, trying to earn an extra buck or two so my soon-to-be-born child can enjoy a quality infant daycare--preferably, one that will completely quell my concerns and eliminate any urges I might have to hide a nanny cam in her nostrils. But I bet you don't care much about that either, right? No, of course not, and I don't blame you. So please just take the peanuts. Please. Take the peanuts.
(I will say that I have learned a valuable lesson on the importance of over-articulating that final "t" when I walk into the suites announcing, "Complimentary peanuts." Without that last "t," you WILL get some incredulous looks.)
--I would be remiss to bask in the joys of the recently-resurrected Brewers offense without at least mentioning one Corey Hart. How incredible has he been this past week? I still think he looks like something out of the Hee-Haw cornfields (and there's no way I'd ever enroll my daughter-to-be at the Corey Hart Daycare Center), but the kid can flat out rake. For those of you Tony Gwynn fans that are miffed about his recent demotion to Triple A, just remember that Corey was sent down about this time last year for the same reason--to get more at bats. Quite frankly, I'd say that move has turned out ok.
--Because I've been so Brewers gung-ho of late, I've been completely neglecting to talk about the Bucks up and coming draft pick. But truth be told, I'm still not sure what I want Larry to do with the 6th pick. Every mock draft I look at has the Bucks taking someone different, largely because they all have different picks going at #3. I do plan on talking draft strategy in a blog article next week, so I don't want to say too much right now...but, I have to mention that everyone seems to be in agreement that if Horford would still be on the board, the Bucks will get him. Am I the only one that's scared by this? I mean, are we seriously going to draft Tito's son? Wasn't one Horford acquisition painful enough for this franchise? Anyone who's watched college basketball has certainly seen the younger Horford play effective minutes on both sides of the ball in crucial moments of crucial games, but...I'm just not sure we should go down that Tito-like path again. It's kind of like when the Packers drafted Aaron Rogers and the Rich Campbell flashbacks caused me to dry heave. Oh and, I'm still not sold on the Rogers kid either. (And for anyone who argues that Rogers hasn't had a chance to prove himself yet, I'll just remind you that by this point in their careers, we knew we had talent with Brunell, Brooks and Hasselbeck.)
--So it's only been 7 of the last 8, but I'm starting to get those giddy daydreams again. I try telling myself, "It's only June, Tom. There's lots of baseball to be played." But I can't help but think this 25th anniversary makes it destined to be. And I even started thinking again about the whole "Pee Your Pants for the Brewers" thing. And now I'm starting to think it's just not enough of a commitment. I mean, like so many other Brewers fans I too signed up to wet myself in the event that they make the play-offs, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that this is probably bound to happen anyhow...involuntarily. I can just see myself in front of the t.v. watching Billy squeeze the final out of the clinching game and looking down and thinking, "Aw, crap. I just peed." It's been twenty-five years, folks. There's really no telling how my body's going to respond to that kind of shock. But I'm ready to find out. So let's not have a let down against the Royals this weekend. And let's take another big step...to wetness.