7-31-12 (vs. Houston)
My sister Eliza flew in from San Diego on Tuesday afternoon and I picked her up from General Mitchell at 2:00 PM. She is the world traveler of the family and besides getting her MBA from the Chinese University of Hong Kong and living in Melbourne for a while she has traveled a lot, with an emphasis on “A LOT”. I can’t name every country she’s visited but in a ten week span beginning in July of 2011 she set foot on five continents. In the past two years she’s been to 30 countries, I have been to one (but I’ve traveled the States a lot…)
We had time to kill before the game and we went to El Fuego. It’s a Mexican restaurant that’s located just a mile and a half from the airport on West Layton Avenue. Clockwise from top left:
1) The exterior of the restaurant
2) One of the indoor seating areas. On the right hand sign there is a sign hanging that reads “Mercado Fresco”, which of course means fresh market. That’s where they make their Fresh Market guacamole.
3) The outdoor seating area where we sat, it was a beautiful day and it was nice being outside.
4) My lunch; there’s rice and beans on the left and then Bistec con Rajas y Queso in the middle which consisted of sautéed strips of steak with sliced peppers, onions and tomatoes topped with Chihuahua cheese. It’s named after it’s region of origin, not because they use Chihuahua milk, that would be silly. Not pictured are the corn tortillas that I used to make my tacos. In the background you can see the Corona that I was working on as well as the house chips that are brought to your table when you get there. It was an amazing lunch and I was so full the rest of the day that I didn’t eat dinner.
When we were leaving the restaurant we noticed an ass just standing outside. I did what every normal person would do…
In all seriousness though, you need to make a visit to El Fuego, the food was amazing and everyone is very friendly. If you need to kill time before or after a flight stop by for a meal, or just go because you like mexican food.
Eliza loves Target and while they have them in other parts of the world she says that it’s just not the same. We still had some time before the game so we went to the Target that’s on Miller Park Way. We were there for over an hour and I walked around with Eliza for a while, got tired, and took a nap in a rocking chair that’s on display by the baby cribs. I wasn’t planning on falling asleep but I found myself jolting awake every so often. We picked up a mixer-sixer from the grocery store next door and made our way to Miller Park.
We were parked by 5:35 and spent an hour throwing back a few cold ones and catching up. We were inside at 6:48 (cutting it close) and went to section 101 for game photo number 103.
Working my way around the field level won’t be easy, and I’m not really looking forward to trying to get the next 24 pictures at Miller Park. The field level usually fills up before the rest of the stadium which will make it difficult to maneuver at times. I’m up for the challenge though and getting there earlier should make it easier.
The national anthem had played right before getting the game number picture, and after the picture we headed upstairs and towards our seats in 221. I introduced Eliza to the Ice Man and then said hi to usher Bill on our way to the seats. Gallardo started for the Crew and he pitched well. Here he is in the first inning:
In the bottom of the first inning the Brewers staked Gallardo to a 1-0 lead when Aramis Ramirez singled to left field. He’s not in the best hitting position but he did have to reach for it and perhaps he was a little fooled with the changeup. He got the job done and that’s all that matters.
In the second inning the Brewers got a run on a sacrifice bunt that turned into a base hit and an RBI. Gallardo laid a perfect bunt down and it went up the first base side. Rickie raced home and scored the Brewers’ second run. The throw to get Gallardo at first glanced off his back and all hands were safe.
The Astros got one back in the third on a solo home run from Chris Snyder and they cut the lead to 2-1. The Brewers answered with three in the bottom of the third, all coming on a home run from Aramis Ramirez.
In the fourth inning Aoki stepped to the plate with one out. On the 1-1 pitch he fouled one back in my direction, I had my glove on (which I almost always do with a lefty at the plate) and quickly stood up. I could tell it was sinking fast so I stepped down one step, reached across the railing that divides the staircase and made the snow-cone grab. Nice!!! I had to check my glove because I wasn’t sure if I had held on. It’s a beauty, check out the smeared ink from where Aoki just nicked it with his bat.
I don’t think they showed it on TV because my Twitter account didn’t explode and I didn’t get many texts about it. I did get a few but they were from people that were at the game. I had brought a batting practice ball that I had gotten in 2010 to the game, and after the final out I gave it to a little girl that had brought a glove. She was ecstatic and her father thanked me profusely.
In the fifth inning Braun led off with a single and Ramirez followed suit. Corey Hart was up next and they brought in this guy to face him:
I’m not one to make fun of names because you really have no choice. Well, you can get your name changed but personally I think I would’ve accepted whatever name my parents gave me. Chuckie Fick; from an announcer’s perspective it could be a verbal accident waiting to happen. Fick came on and issued three straight balls to Corey Hart. Chart wasn’t taking on 3-0, and hit the offering over the centerfield wall for the second three-run home run in the past three innings. Hart right before him and Sedar do their little shimmy-shake or whatever it is on Hart’s home run trot. After Hart touched home the Crew had an 8-1 lead. You’d think that would be safe, but you never know…
In the middle of the sixth inning I had the lady behind us take a picture of Eliza and me.
I’m glad she’s back in the States but a little sad that I won’t be joining her at the Sykes (my mom’s side) family reunion this weekend. There’s a Sykes reunion every other year in Wautoma, Wisconsin and it’s quite the spectacle. My mom is one of twelve and I’m one of 22 grandchildren to my mother’s mother. Not everyone makes the trip but most do and it’s a lot of fun.
In the 8th inning the Brewers tacked on two more runs. Francisco Rodriguez came on for the ninth with a nine run lead. While Maxwell batted to lead off the inning Brewers bench coach Jerry Narron was yelling at the umpire from the Brewers dugout because he thought some pitches were strikes. Home plate umpire Brian Knight wasted no time in tossing Narron and then Roenicke came out to have a word. He must have said one of the trigger words and soon he was tossed as well. Here’s Knight about to make the throwing motion to signify “YOU’RE OUTTTA HERE!!!” The picture is a little blurry, you can blame the protective screen.
K-Rod retired the side in order in the ninth, and the Brewers were victorious once again. Final Score: Brewers 10 – Astros 1. The Astros traded a bunch of their bigger names away and I think their highest paid player is making $1.15 million or something like that. They’re rebuilding and I wish them nothing but the best in the American League next year. It could be brutal for a while but they’ll be back.
The moon phase was waxing gibbous, and Wednesday is going to be a full moon. At about 9:00 I got a picture of the moon and the Miller Park sign above the scoreboard. I had posted a similar picture earlier in the year, so this might be nothing new for some of you. It was a little cloudy, so this one is slightly different than the earlier picture.
I’m leaving in 20 minutes for game number 104, and I’m attending today’s game with another twitter follower. Perhaps the Brewers can pick up a sweep of their own.
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