Brewers vs. Nationals in Washington D.C.

The only benefit to sitting up here is that you got a good look at the surrounding area, like being able to check out the battleships docked in the Navy yards. I don't know if you aware of this, but the U.S. government spends a lot of money on expensive toys like these war ships. Since it's my tax money, I should get to drive one, right?

I can't imagine that anyone actually sits up here. If these really are your seats you might as well just stay home and watch the game on TV. I only sit up in the Terrace at Miller Park once a year (for BBFE) so I can't remember, but are the seats up in Bernie's Terrace this G damn far away from the field?

The other cool historical shit that you could see from up here were the US Capitol Building and the Washington Monument, which are lovingly referred to as the boob and the penis by patriotic American citizens. Or maybe just Kevin and I call them that. You may be upset that we are desecrating national landmarks but labeling them with dirty names, but c'mon - you can't argue that they look like a boob and a penis.

Sometime during the 2009 season, we established the left field bleachers in Miller Park as the home of the Sombrero for Brewers games. That spot has gained so much notoriety that we had to take it on the road. So no matter if it's home or on the road, the left field bleachers is where you will find us. Even though our tickets were for the upper deck, the most amazing usher in the world Jackie allowed us to sit in her section. Actually she practically begged us to sit in her section because she loved our sombreros. We felt like Gods sitting amongst mere mortals. But when she practically allowed everyone in the damn ballpark to sit in her section, we got knocked down a few pegs. The Brewers were in line to win this game, but they lost 5-3 thanks to LaTroy Hawkins giving up 3 runs in the 8th inning. So other than that, today was a very good day.

I don't know if I have previously mentioned this, but I get recognized quite often (be it in Milwaukee or some other random city across the USA) by people who have seen me in the beer pong documentary Last Cup: Road to the World Series of Beer Pong. Because I am always wearing Brewers gear (with the majority of the time with it having the Iceman names stitched across the back) I'm easy to pick out of a crowd. These 2 chicks and these 2 dudes approached me because they saw the movie in a college class. What kind of college lets you watch movies about beer pong? Apparently I went to the wrong school. Anyway, they asked for a picture with me and we talked for a little bit. I always will take the time to mingle with my fans, but at this moment I took some extra time because talking with them was way more interesting than watching the Brewers bullpen melt down in grand fashion in yet another late inning situation. It still blows my mind that people have seen the movie.

The first thing that they wanted to see was the tattoos. I don't know what people question whether or not they are real, but ever since December 2005 when I got the retro ball and glove logo people don't believe it. By now shouldn't you know how crazy obsessed I am with the Brewers?

I don't feel like I should have to explain my juvenile sense of humor anymore. If you are a loyal visitor to this site, you are well aware that I would find it funny that the dimmed bulbs in the sign of The Virginia Lodge give the sign a whole different meaning. And it is hilarious.

I wanted to give us some extra time to navigate the transit system and allow for delays, but we got to the ballpark ridiculously early. At Miller Park I'm too busy tailgaiting and wander in during the 3rd inning, so I didn't know what people do when they are in the ballpark before game time. So we did what we do best - look goofy and try to get noticed. We hung out down on the field level for a bit and got Brewers announcer Brian Anderson to notice us. But there was no action on the field so we went up to our $5 seats. Which were way up there. I mean waaaaaay waaaaaay up there.