I used to watch the baseball playoffs with my Dad. He’d tell me about things like the 1961 WS (Yankees ploughed the Bucs in their wins and lost by a “ahem hair” in their L’s) and the Dimaggio hitting streak (read about it in the Saturday paper. Came to town every weekend, that’s how he followed sports. Had a roast beef sandwich and read the paper. I cannot imagine).
Milwuakeee deserves a WS win. They got screwed in 1982 on a call at 1st base a newborn would get right, and Bud Selig is the devil. Despite that (and a pretty together Phillies team) they have some life tonight.
The baseball Gods have always mocked me, they flushed the Expos long ago and broke my heart with it. But I’m watching a kid who the BJ’s threw away throwing Bert Blyleven hooks and I’m drinking just enough beer to cheer for a baseball team tonight.
So. Jesus, if you’re listening, could you give those cheeseheads (there’s some beauties in the crowd, some redheads and those devil brunettes) a little love?
God knows they’ve earned it.