Brewers vs. Giants in San Francisco

The train to the airport was right outside of the stadium, and despite wearing rival colors in enemy territory, the locals were a real big help in guiding me towards the airport. In fact, aside from the drunken assholes on Opening Day, everyone I've interacted with out here has been real nice. But it was time to get back home, and time to get excited for the 2009 Brewers season. At that time there was a world of possibility, and none of the disappointments were present. I wish I could go back to that time, but it's just not possible. So I'll just joyfully look back upon these pictures and remember how new and innocent the Brewers 2009 season was way back in April of that year. Damn it was good.

I had to change planes in Minneapolis this time, which made a hell of a lot more sense than changing planes in Memphis. But this time I took the red eye flight, and although I passed out big time on the plane, the sleep wasn't good sleep. I was a zombie walking around the Minneapolis airport, which didn't seem to bother anyone.

I got back into Milwaukee around 8:00 am, but since it was a Thursday morning I had to be in to work at 9:00 am. So I went right from the airport to my cubicle, and found it very difficult to concentrate after all the crazy excitement of the last 2 days. Work was the last place I wanted to be, but you gotta pay the bills.

Home

When I was exiting the stadium (while getting booed by the home fans for wearing my Brewers gear) I was treated to a nice view of the San Francisco skyline and Bay Bridge all lit up for the night. From what little time I have spent here in 2 trips, I would have to say that San Francisco is a fine city. If I ever get successful in a career (which is highly unlikely) I would definitely consider moving out here. I just need to get some dollars first because things are mighty expensive out here on West Coast. I can dream, but I'll probably stay in Milwaukee.

This was a really great trip. Short, but sweet. But it's one of those memories that cannot be killed by an entire bottle of Sailor Jerry, for the brain cells that house those memories are impervious to the Sailor's potency. That's how good these memories are. These suckers aren't going no where. We eventually lost the series, but I got to see 2 sweet games in a sweet stadium in a sweet city, which is better than sitting in my cubicle pretending to do work. But all things must end, and let's just hope I'm able to take another sweet baseball trip soon.