If you were to ask me if it was worth it to go to the Miller Park Drunk Pants Party on Sunday July 27th, I would answer your question with a series of questions. Do you like baseball? Do you like having fun? Do you like tailgating? Do you like hanging out with like minded people in a parking lot before a baseball game? Do you like keg beer and grill food? If the answer to these questions is yes then the Pants Party is worth it for you. You will have a good time and you should just buy a ticket right now.
But what if you were to ask me, on a dollars and cents level, if the Pants Party was worth it? I'd say that I think so. I'd say that I know it is cheaper than some Milwaukee area bars who hold similar events and give you a bus ride to the park, but then make you pay for drinks in the parking lot. I know that, but I don't really know. I've never done the math. So let's do the math right now. Read the rest of this entry »
For three out of the past four years there has been a party at Miller Park unlike any other, a party that has changed the lives of the people who attended and a party that took tailgating to levels that were previously unimaginable to the human liver. They called it the Pants Party for reasons they can't quite remember and over time it began to take on its own meaning. It was a place where fun and baseball and friendship and drinking came together to create an amazing time and memory in the hearts and minds of the attendees. Each year it grew bigger, each year it became better. It was the highlight of the summer for many and a good time for all, but like all things in this life it has come to...
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I'm not afraid to admit it. In 2008, after a Ryan Braun home run essentially won the ever-important 162nd game of the Brewers season and FSN (as it was called at the time) stayed live to show fan reaction to the last out of the Mets collapse that landed the Brewers in the playoffs, I wept. I was 23 at the time and in (in true blogger form) in my mom's basement with my family... none of whom particularly care for the Brewers, especially when the rare feat got in the way of a week 4 Packers game. I'm sure it was an odd sight for them, but (as sad as it sounds) I'd never felt such joy in my life in relation to baseball.
I went to Game 5 of the NLDS in 2011. Vince and I shelled out $100 apiece for left field bleacher seats, and Vince quickly abandoned me to watch at Friday's out of nervous habit. When the Crew won in extra innings, I stifled a full-on man-sob as best I could, hugged and high-fived strangers as confetti rained down from the metallic heavens. A few tears cracked through my masculine veneer and rolled down my cheek as I scooped up come confetti and departed.
I swear I'm not that guy who cries over sports stuff usually. I'm aware of the invisible line in the sand that separates being a sports fan and being a sports nut. And I'm sure as hell not that guy who cries over anything. At least I wasn't. You'd think as you get older, it gets easier to hold one's emotions in check. To a certain extent, it does become more manageable to weather the constant blows of life's disappointments. But in another sense, the longer you live on Earth, the more you taken in, the more you're shaped and re-shaped, and the more your emotions are eroded and mutated in the waxing and waning of existence's high and low tides. Occasionally, something small or unexpected can just break you down. Or at least that's what I'm dealing with at 28.
If a Subaru commercial, a line from a Weakerthans song or some god damn sports moment from yet another World Series-less Milwaukee Brewers season can produce ocular moisture, I'm seriously afraid for my tear ducts when I become a father (and all subsequent dad moments), when I get married and when I lose a close friend or relative. This makes me a total wuss and I probably shouldn't have written it. But hey, I'll take the Brewers tears when I can get them. I'll just blame it on allergies or being way too drunk.
For some reason this season at Miller Park they have large dispensers for ketchup and mustard, but not Stadium Sauce which are only found in bottles. I am not sure of the reason, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Yovani Gallardo's haircut. Talking with friends about this injustice of condiments got me thinking. Why do we only use stadium sauce with our brats? Shouldn't there be more uses for this wonderful condiment beyond grilled meat? For the answer we turned to MPD's culinary expert and the the only reader who ever made me cupcakes: lizconsin, who has crafted some recipes for us. Take it away, Liz.
If you’ve ever stood at the Secret Stadium Sauce dispenser at Miller Park, trying to put it on every food item in your hand without setting down your beer, I don't need to tell you anything about Stadium Sauce because you already know. If you’ve ever done this routine with a Bloody Mary in hand and thought "…that could work”, you should probably call me some time. But for the uninitiated here are some things about Stadium Sauce that you should know before we move forward:
- It’s not barbecue sauce. SSS is reminiscent of ketchup mixed with a little bit of everything else on the condiment table. It has a tomato base, but is not as thick, sweet or tangy as other barbecue-style sauces.
- It never has to be refrigerated, even after opening.
- It’s a Miller Park staple, but you don’t have to maneuver through the team shop between innings to find a bottle. It’s available in grocery stores around Wisconsin.
- Bob Costas loves it.
Of course, it’s amazing on a brat or a hot dog at the park, but here are a few ideas for using SSS at home. Read the rest of this entry »