Last night was a late one, as I didn’t get home until 11:30 pm, and was up until two in the morning finishing the blog post for yesterday’s game. It was a really quick turnaround as the game today was at 12:10. I got up at 8:45, ate breakfast, and then had a 30 minute phone interview with Doug Moe, a columnist for the Wisconsin State Journal. I’m not quite sure when his column will run, but I think within the next few days. I quickly showered and was on the road by 10:10. Traffic was decent and I got to Miller Park with plenty of time to spare, at 11:09. This first picture says it all; AMERICA! BEER! BASEBALL! TREES! and WISCONSIN! I have to give credit to the wind for making the picture possible, without it the flags wouldn’t have been “up” for the photo opportunity.
I went inside and returned to the upper deck for game photo number 13.
I still had about 40 minutes until first pitch, so I took photos of stuff that I think is interesting/delicious.
The four parter below, starting from the top left, and going clockwise is as follows:
1) The Klement’s clock, which is above the right field loge bleachers. It’s one of the clocks that moves only on the minute, and I will occasionally try to witness this. It’s nothing special but I think it’s exciting when the minute hand moves, don’t ask me why, I just do.
2) The American flag, which has been moved to this location since the beginning of last season, I believe. A large American as well as a Wisconsin flag waved alongside the scoreboard in centerfield for the first nine years of Miller Park, and I’m not sure what precipitated the move. My only guess is that it could’ve been distracting to batters when the flags would wave in the wind.
3) Bernie’s slide. Part of the contract that I signed with the Brewers mentioned that I could appear in Bernie’s dugout at some point during the season. I think that would be sweet, but also a conundrum because it might involve missing some pitches.
4) The polish sausage I enjoyed just before the game. The two closest condiment stands were out of sauerkraut, so I was a little upset. I always put on ketchup, mustard, onions, relish, and kraut. If the condiments are free, I’m going to get my money’s worth.
As for the game itself, not too much excitement. The Dodgers pushed a run across in the second on a sacrifice fly, but Wolf did a good job of limiting the damage because the bases had been loaded with just one out. The Crew put two on the board in the second, with an RBI double by Ishikawa (his first hit as a Brewer), and a sac fly by Randy Wolf, who did a great job of getting the runner in from third with less than two outs.
The Dodgers came right back with two of their own in the top of the third, on RBI singles by Rivera and Ethier. Kemp homered in the fifth to extend the lead to 4-2, but the Brewers cut it to one with a run in the sixth. That was all the scoring at the final was 4-3 Dodgers. The player of the game had to be Jerry Hairston Jr., who made two spectacular defensive plays. He made a diving stop to save a run in the eighth, and then made a barehanded scoop and throw to retire Ishikawa on his bunt attempt leading off the ninth. Well played Jerry, well played.
I missed back to back pitches in the third inning, and that wasn’t a typo. I sit on the aisle in section 221, and in the section to my left, a guy was trying to find his seat. There were people in his row and I was intrigued to see what was going to happen. There was no chance of a fight or anything, as it was a calm discussion, but I was still interested. For some reason he thought he was in row 6, but his ticket said row 3, so I have no idea what he was thinking. In the meantime I missed the 1-0 and 2-0 pitches to Matt Kemp, and I wasn’t pleased. Randy Wolf is a quick worker, and you have to be on your game if you don’t want to miss any pitches. I’ll get him next time though.
The cute moment during the game occurred when a beer vendor was walking down the aisle. The family on the other side of the aisle consisted of a husband and wife, and their son and daughter. The beer vendor was asking: “Who needs a beer!?” The little girl, probably aged three, said “I DO!!” It was followed by her mother saying, “not yet sweetie”, it was awesome. Later the little girl was trying to eat peanuts off the ground, much to the dismay of her father. Kids will be kids.
On my way back to my car I saw this van in the parking lot, and took a quick picture. I wonder if the owner drives it all the time, or only takes it to the games. Either way, it’s pretty legit.
It’s been a hectic first two weeks of the season, and it’s been tough keeping up with everything. Below is my bedroom at my parents’ place (where I’ll be staying when the Brewers are in Milwaukee). My suitcase is buried under there somewhere, and I haven’t even unpacked it from the recent road trip yet. Since I have over 22 hours before the next game, I should be able to pull things together.