Brewers vs Reds in Cincinnati 2010

At the time Kevin was a fresh faced youngster with short hair and no beard. Hell of a difference from the dirty bum that he has become now, eh? He looks like such a baby snuggled in his towel awaiting the warmth of his mother's loving arms. Such a cutie. What happened?

I can't stay away from the water. It's like I was born a Merman or something then got better. The only problem with this is that I am not very attractive and I don't like to take off my shirt in public. So then the inside and outside of my body wage a civil war over swimming.

Being the last Saturday game of the year (plus the fact that it was October at an open air stadium) today's game started at 1pm. On the way in we ran into some typical Wisconsin traveling assholes who wore various foam hats ranging from the traditional cheesehead to the not so typical cowboy hat and corn on the cob. Seriously?

The whole cheesehead thing really pisses me off. It's so stereotypical of being from Wisconsin, being fat and loving cheese. It makes us look like a bunch of small town yokels. At least with the sombreros we look like we are from Mexico. At least that's what the cotton candy vendor thought. Then again it didn't help that Kevin tried to pay in pesos...

This is one of those reasons why Kevin will always be a little kid despite what his ID says. Who else but a child gets cotton candy at a baseball game? Grown ups are eating peanuts and drinking beer, but Kevin is far from being grown up. In fact I'm a little worried that he may never grow up at all. But he may just have the right idea because what grown up puts on a cotton candy mustache and does a Mark Twain impression?

You've heard me go on and on and on about the left field bleachers being the home of the sombrero but I can't emphasize it enough - this is where we belong. And we also like to hang out in the back row so that we can stand for the entire game. We like to get all animated during the games and the majority of people don't like when we do it in front of them and block their view of the game. Since we aren't total assholes (at least when we are sober) we capitulate to the back row. Only here at The GABP the last row is waaaaay back there. It's almost sad how far away we were.

After the game the gang went out to the bars, but I stayed home with Kevin because he was under 21. We had barely slept the entire time here so Kevin crashed hardcore. I laid in bed next to him and watched TV until the Mad Man Dave Foley gang returned home from the bars.

Dave Foley couldn't decide on which room to sleep in. His girlfriend at the time was in the adjoining room but all the dudes in our makeshift clubhouse were over here, so he slept in between the two rooms. That's why they call him Mad Man!! This guy is insane!!

The Brewers were trailing 4-1 in the 7th inning when they put together a rally and tied the game up at 4. But then the Brewers bullpen gave those 3 runs back in the bottom of the inning. Most of the Cincinnati fans didn't even bother to show up today (on Fan Appreciation Day no less) but what Brewers fans that made the trip down decided to leave. In that group was Dave Foley and friends, with whom we shared a cab from our hotel in Florence, Kentucky. I am a man of principles and I stick to my guns when there is something that I believe in. And one such thing is never to leave a baseball game early or turn off a game. And this time it cost me a $27 cab ride. Hell of a price to pay if you ask me but I'm a man of my word. I'm also a dedicated superfan to my team and won't leave early if my team is losing, even if the people I came with chose to do so.