Game 3 saw the Superfans traveling down to the friendly confines. We met up with our good friends Jon and Tom O’Rourke (Cubs fans pictured below) and drove to Skokie, and then took the train to Wrigley. Surprisingly, the line to get in at the Right Field entrance was only a few people long, and we got inside almost immediately. One reason Jay and I love to come in early is because we get to finally watch Brewers batting practice. Braun was stretching and playing catch near the wall, and talked with the fans a bit which was nice. Jim Henderson (@JimHenderson29) was changing his cleats, and asked me how the whole Fan Cave experience turned out. I told him how far I got, and how I plan to try again this next year. He signed my team ball, wished me luck and went back to BP. Brandon Kintzler spotted us (hard not to, I was wearing my blaze orange jacket) and came over to say hi. Also, he gave me my first ball of the year, a practice ball. Thanks BK! I got a good shot of him on the mound (pictured above). Also got a shot of Jim Henderson (on the right). The game was awesome, the fans are brutal, and I had my yearly High Plains Bison dog. We watched as Cubs fans fought amongst themselves, especially Sweater Vest Guy vs Big Guy with Spilled Beer. My money was on Sweater Vest, but they were separated quickly. The Brewers pulled out a win, and at this point, every time I’ve worn blaze orange, they have won. In the words of my good friends Christine Lorigo (@TineLorigo), It’s only weird if it doesn’t work. 🙂
After the game, rather than fight the train crowd, we waited by the Brewers bus for some more autographs. Mike Fiers, Josh Prince, and John Axford all signed for us which was cool. Also said goodbye to BK and his wife Melissa (maybe she’s the good luck charm?) as they got onto the first bus. I was really disappointed to see some Brewers “fans” talk smack to Axford. For me, I have made mistakes at my job. Fortunately, I don’t work in front of 50,000 people. I believe in John’s abilities, and will always defend him, even if it means pulling some Brewers “fan”‘s shirt over his head and beating his kidneys to a pulp. Thanks you hockey for teaching me that move! Fortunately, the “fan” was scared of my high level of awesomeness and skittered back to the cave he came out of. After the second bus left, we took the train back to the car, and high-tailed it back to the land of cheese. After the fact, I sent John Axford a letter telling him not to worry, that he’s got the “stuff” and he’ll find it again soon. I hope he reads it, and takes it to heart. The last few days surely seemed to have been better for him, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Until next time, Super Followers!