Yesterday is one of those days I wish I could do over. I was too nervous, too anxious and thus too drunk to enjoy it like I should have. I was a mess of emotions that could barely even concentrate. I'm not even sure I talked to anyone throughout the entire game. (Sorry about that Tyler.) Despite being in the stadium I just wanted to watch it on TV. I don't really know why. It was just too much. None of this matters now.
What matters is the Brewers won the biggest game they've played in twenty years. The Brewers won the biggest game of my lifetime in exciting fashion. The Brewers are now four wins away from the World Series. Holy shit, the Brewers... the Brewers!
The new series will start tomorrow and this insanely good feeling we have right now will be gone. In it's place will be more angst, more nervousness and tons of Cardinals hate. We can talk about that stuff later, but for right now I am just going to enjoy this. The Brewers are 8 wins away. That is not many. This is happening. Continue reading
Everything was clicking, everything was perfect and the whole thing just felt amazing. An entire state was on top of the world. At the end of that post I wrote the following:
How many times have you read this statement during the offseason? "(Team) signed ______ to a minor league deal with an invitation to spring training." 100? 200? All your favorite ex-Brewers like Frank Catalanotto and Seth McClung got these types of deals and the Brewers partook in the practice quite a bit as well. By my account there is at least 13 players headed to spring training for the Brewers, but there may be more. Some might make the team, some might disappear and some might head on down to Nashville. We're still a couple of months from those decisions being made and right now there is just a gaggle of veterans working out in hopes of making the team. Their probably all just home working out in preparation for the season right now, but what if they weren't? What if they were all just chatting on the internet?