“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.”
-A. Bartlett Giamatti
Baseball. We are on the cusp of possibly the most important and memorable season of my life. Because I will see something amazing? No. Well, maybe. Because the Brewers will win the World Series? Ha, hopefully, but that’s not it. Perhaps because the Brewers will beat the Cubs a lot this year? Probably, but not quite it either. Well, then why, you ask. The reason is because I am going to spend a lot of time with my friends down at the ballpark. Handy Jay, Wild Bill, Paulie Walnuts, Josh the Alaskan Assassin, Silvester, Ol’ Red, Schatzy, and possibly even Shaggy again will be there to help cheer our boys to victory along with significant others, and more friends than I can mention here. The camaraderie had by all is the reason that baseball still holds that magical, whimsical property.
Tomorrow we will all come together to break bread on Good Friday in the parking lot outside of Miller Park. We will be just a small part of the 45,000 fans in attendance, but we will be there together, as one Superfan Nation. The food has been prepped, the grill is warming up, the keg is tapped and we’re off… in 14 hours! Good luck this season Brewers, we’re counting on you to provide some great lasting memories again this season!
Magic Number: 162
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