Below is our very first guest blog submission. This one is from Dave's sister, Laura W. Thanks Laura!
Wednesday was a lovely day in Milwaukee’s Miller Park, if you were a Padres fan, that is, or even if you just love to watch a ballgame jammed full of hits, homeruns and hometown hoopla. Your guest blogger here, also known as Dave’s sister - the “other” Laura. While I could fill this page with some pretty funny stories about growing up with Dave, I’ll save that for another time. The purpose of my visit to this esteemed blogsite is to share my experience of a Padres’ road game – this one conveniently located a mere two-hour drive away (from my house – not 10th and Island) in that capital of midwestern American quirkiness, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
As everybody knows, the key to enjoying anything in Wisconsin is to include plenty of beer and food, and when I say food, I don’t mean light but tasty SoCal amuse bouches – I’m talking heavy-duty, belly-bloating staples like sausage, burgers and potato salad – really anything that is salty, greasy and/or doughy – as these are the qualities that best accompany the aforementioned beverage. And while it is wholly acceptable to purchase these mood-setters inside the ballpark – indeed, Miller Park excels in terms of variety and availability of their concessions , you really don’t get the full effect if you don’t cook the stuff yourself in the parking lot before the game. Tailgating it is called, and nobody does it better than the Cheeseheads.
Crossing the Cheddar Curtain, we were greeted by the official state color: road construction orange. However, despite getting to the lot a little later than I would have liked, we still had time to set up the grill, break out the table and chairs and enjoy the sights and smells of the Milwaukee tailgating experience.
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| Okay - probably not the best looking food in the park - but definitely tasty! |
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| One member of the Padre Cadre dared to show his colors - and retro ones at that - in a Miller Park lot chock full of Brewer blue and gold |
With game time nearing and hoping (futilely) to see some BP, we bunned and wrapped our meat, packed away the gear and headed into the park. Amazing infield box seats in Section 113 glistened in the hazy sunlight (thank you Stub Hub! and whoever couldn’t get the day off or wasn’t interested in seeing a game against the Padres). With the exception of a few school field trip groups, the slowly gathering crowd was considerably grayer than most games I’ve attended. (Of course I realize that I’m contributing to that imbalance myself these days.)
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| A view from our seats in Section 113 |
And now a word about my head gear… as I later sheepishly confessed to Dave, I was indeed wearing a Brewers’ cap (as was my son). Now, I know that is considered anathema on this blogsite, but there’s something you have to understand: once you cross from Gurnee into Kenosha, the natives can smell something alien has entered their habitat (something probably like soap and personal hygiene products), and they don’t take too kindly to FIBs (the “I” stands for “Illinois” – I’ll let you figure out the other two letters in the acronym). So, rather than scratch and spit a lot or come to the game unwashed, I decided the best way to fit in and go unnoticed (and thereby, unharrassed) was to display a little Brewer Blue on my head. Besides – I don’t own a Padres cap! Dave has promised never to let that be an excuse again.
After the usual obligatory assortment of pre-game activities (anthem sung by pale and pimply middle school chorus , first-pitch by unknown relative of local car dealership sponsor, unremarkable team video intro), the game itself started and started with a blast, a home run blast by Chris Denorfia. This triggered a three-run first inning that caught Brewers’ fans unawares. Little did any of us know: consecutive hits would be the theme of today’s contest.
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| One of many sweet swings from Padre batsmen |
After a brief lull in the 2nd, the boys in visitor gray slapped another 2-spot on the board in the top of the 3rd. Cue Brewer fans lamenting their pitching staff, the lackluster hitting and another frustrating season ahead. But little did they know that the parade of offense in the middle three innings would be all Brew Crew – capped off by a game-tying, number 200 of his career homer by Prince Fielder (with Ryan Braun aboard) in the 5th – and a go-ahead solo dinger by Yuniesky Betancourt in the 6th. And what do my ears hear all around me: “that’s what makes this team so great,” “gonna be a great year here,” “this ain’t no bandwagon, it’s the real deal”.
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| Bernie had a couple of Brewer knocks to celebrate with his customary slide down to hot tub - used to be a beer mug back in the day |
Real deal it appeared to be – at least until the top of the 8th. Maybe it was all that barrel rolling during the 7th inning stretch or maybe the Brewer relief staff is as weak as the early-inning local commentary suggested, but bang, zoom, tararrel, the Pad Squad ripped a half-inning that knocked the now even more rapidly aging (and cholesterol-laden) home fans right off their polka-playing, sausage-racing bandwagon. The Padres produced more hits in the 8th inning than Robert Stigwood did during the Disco Days – adding up to an insurmountable seven-run lead.
The stunned Crew apparently thought it best to join their fans and pack it in for the day, and a game prolonged by a boatload of hits, homerun trots, walks, stolen bases and innumerable mound visits wrapped up quickly with a Padres victory celebration.
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| Victorious visitors from San Diego celebrate a wild 13-6 win |
The three-hour drive home (thanks to rush-hour traffic in two cities and one very large thunderstorm) was well compensated by an afternoon of beer, brats and baseball – and best of all – a Padres win!