May Sweeps

Quite a full weekend.  Friday night Spacebee’s parents dropped by on their way into town and we watched the first half of the Brewers/Cubs game.  We headed out to try and meet our nieghbors at The Brink but couldn’t find them, and headed back to the Depot just as the heavens opened up.

Saturday was a full day: farmer’s market in the morning, then we had breakfast at Marigold with Spacebee’s mom and grandmom for mom’s day.  Quick nap, then we hopped in the car to drive to Milwaukee to have dinner with my family for mom’s day as well.  We shot back to my brother’s house to watch the end of the Brewers/Cubs game two.

Sunday morning, we figured that since we had to drive back through Milwaukee to Madison anyways we might as well see if we could wrangle some tickets to the game.  A Long Wong’s Wagon ride and two Standing Room-only tickets later we were watching Rickie Weeks sky a homer to left-field from the right-field foul pole.  It was nice to have standing room tickets as we just ambled around the stadium the entire game and saw lots of cool stuff.  Bad thing: the built a canopy over the FSN desk in right-field so you can’t hang over the fence and jaw at Craig and Davey anymore.  Good thing: the new store is ok, but the renovated store in left field is pretty cool.

I bought a pink bat.  See?

We also stopped off at Eastgate Cinema on our way back into Madison to see Star Trek.  I’ll bottom-line it for you: great movie.  I’m no die-hard Trek fan but I watched it when I was younger and was uncertain how they would shoehorn the new dudes, villains, etc. into the existing framework.  They did a great job, and with the exception of the groan-inducing (to me, but drew cheers from others in the theater) shouting of catchphrases by the characters I had a great time.  Go see it, it’s good.

What’s Up, Dirty Dawgs?

Cah-razy weekend: Friday “80 Degreez” Night we walked over to the Stadium Bar and had fun onna bun with wwhazz, belly, and the ILL Connection.  Woke up a tad under the weather on Saturday morning for Cah-razylegs to a bit of thunderstormin’ and rainin’.  Instead of doing a 5K walk, we found ourselves back in the Stadium Bar for Bloody Marys and a gigantic plate of nachos.

Saturday afternoon: nap time and a DVD viewing of the Rescuers Down Under.

Saturday night was the 80s Party at Spacebee’s coworker’s house.  It was a really fun time: wwhazz and his coterie were there, they had High Life on tap, and we rolled craps in a dusty garage for almost the duration.  I think I ended up owing wwhazz some skrills, but I can’t remember how much at this time.  We alkso spent the early portion of the party eagerly following the Brewers/Astros game via an iPhone screen.  Once Timmer arrived with his Premium service we were also able to catch Uecker’s call of the game ending out.  Hurray, Brewers went 5-4 on the road!  Wwhazz left at the end of the night with Spyder’s right-hand man in tow.  I think he has the guy chained in his basement to extract info now.  Spacebee has pictures, and once they’re on her computer I’ll throw a few on Flickr.

Sunday was just your average Hungover Day: made homemade hashed brown potatoes and scrambled easies and watched the Brewers lay an egg in the Asrtos finale, but it was fun all around.  My friend Jay came over with Sonic’s Ultimate Genesis Collection for the Xbox 360.  It was great: Golden Axe 1, 2, and 3, Streets of Rage 1, 2, and 3, Altered Beast, and tons more (Phantasy Star 2, 3, and 4!)  I’m definitely picking this game up: $30 for tons of nostalgia.  Fuck, it even has Ecco the Dolphin for you weirdos that like that stuff.

HOLLLARIT!

Fight Night 97

The initial excitement at posting on the new site wore off after a fortnight, and the Brewers lackluster play has lept me away from cheering them on, virtually.  But here we go again: UFC is at Brothers this weekend and we may get a run-in from Whitehouse. Nice. Scientist, you down to fly back for UFC on Saturday night?  SWAMPWATERS!  I’ll cook you home made pancakes, I promise.  Just don’t bring any models with you.

Meanwhile Spacebee and her coterie will be visiting all the most fabulous dress shops in Madison this weekend to find the perfect gown in which to be married to a doofus like myself.  She may be in for a lifetime of doffishness from her husband, but at least she’ll look like a million bucks on Day One.

Brewers kick off their series against the Mets tonight– aim your cheering thought waves at New York for maximum effectiveness.  I hope Willie Randolph has an illegal copy of the clubhouse key that he made that one time when the fire alarms went off and he had to break the emergency glass .  I further hope that somehow the same clubhouse lock made its way to the new stadium.  I further hope that he takes a dump in Carlos Beltran’s hat and covers the manager’ office in peanut butter.  That’ll show ‘em.

That Was Exciting

The Brewer game ended in exciting fashion yesterday, with Weeks sliding in under the tag to walk-off in style in front of thousands of baby bear fans.  As is expected, my text messages, Facebook, and Twitter blew up afterwards as the revelry began in earnest.

I don’t like what I’ve seen from Seth McClung so far this year, but he is a good pitcher and hopefully he’ll settle down in time.  We’re at .500 ball so far, folks, and taking the first of the season-long series from the cubs is a great start to division play.

Tonight’s game starts at 6:05p central.  Don’t get used to daily Brewers updates from me– start of the season + Cubs = lots of excitement.

Today is chores day and then bike trip.  Lazy spring dayz.

Yay Area Brewers

Well, the pitching was pretty much as bad as we all feared and we got the season-long apology started early by Suppan and Macha– Brewers fell to the San Francisco Giants 10-6 yesterday in the season opener.  The flip side is that we saw some really good hitting against a solid (if off-night) performance by Lincecum.  It suggests that if our pitchers can limit the home runs and triples they give up we’ve got a good chance to put some runs on the board.  Other items, in random order…

• I want Bill Hall to do good every time he’s up, and he mostly disappoints
• The FSN guy running the on-screen scoreboard was fucking drunk or crazy.  Several times when a team scored a run they lost points on the scoreboard.
• The Main Depot was not a prticularly exciting place to watch the game– pretty much me and the bartender were the only people really excited about the beginning of the season.
• Suppan would have gotten a gold star for his RBI/run scored had he not lost the game for us on the mound.
• Watching Hart and Braun strike out consecutively with runners in scoring position to end the inning was disheartening to say the least.

Wwhazz and I are retreating to a secret location to watc tonight’s game.  Let’s put Suppan behind us and see what Yovanni can do with the ball…

“Just baseball.”

You knew it would be an awesome Brewers training camp story that would get me out of my posting funk, and holy shit have we hit the grand salami of training camp stories.

So Ryan Braun has a new line of menswear that he’s pimping to everyone in the clubhouse.  He spent the off-season hiring a staff and designing $70-$100 t-shirts, which is just a fantastic mental picture, and he’s proud as punch to be such an astute businessman.

The left fielder arrived at camp Tuesday clad in one of his creations and was explaining its design, burgundy with gold foil and the image of a woman, when center fielder Mike Cameron walked in wearing the same shirt. Ten minutes later, shortstop J.J. Hardy joined the group and suddenly everyone was grateful they weren’t at a cocktail party.

I think the next few quotes exist best alone.

The shirts aren’t cheap — they run from $70-$100, complete with rhinestones on the higher end — but so far business is good.

…and…

The brand name is Remetee … a play on the word “remedy,” because Braun hopes that its bright colors and friendlier graphics offer an answer to the dark, drab designs popular until now.

Oh man, but the fucking NUMBER ONE REASON why this is the best Brewers story I’ve seen in a decade, which I think the author should get a Pulitzer for, are the last two paragraphs.

The chat with Braun prompted a stop at fellow star slugger Prince Fielder’s locker. Is Fielder involved in any ventures?

“Just baseball,” Fielder said.

Moo hoo ha ha

Ol’ Sheetsie is hurt again, and since they found it before Texas ratified his contract, the Brewers get stuck paying for the surgery and rehab.  Thanks a ton, Sheets, don’t let the door break a piece of your ass off on the way out.  At some point in his career he will fracture his dick, I guarantee it.

A Whole New Era!

Rickety Crickets is the new owner of the Chicago Cubs– oh this is too good to be true.

Brewers Postseason

Weird, didn’t think I’d ever write that in my lifetime.

At any rate, the Brewers opened the NLDS in Philly today and, 9th inning quasi-rally notwithstanding, were dealt with rather handily by Cole “Goddamned” Hamels.  As usual Corey Hart struck out, which leads me to wonder what you call a slump when it last 2+ months– let’s call it a Hart.

The Devil Cubs are about to open their own series against the Dodgers in Wrigley Dump.  Let’s all watch and see what happens…

FireDaleSveum.com

Well, it finally happened, though it remains to be seen if the season can yet be salvaged.  The Brewers are 3-11 so far this month, and the Cubs are still fucking throwing no-hitters and I’m about to punch a hole in the wall.  Just kidding– after last year I’m trying to remain cool and calm in the face of an epic collapse.  As much as last year sucked, and as much as it would (originally typed ‘will’ right there) suck to not make the playoffs this year I council Milwaukee Brewer Fans to hold out hope.

…

Because NEXT year is gonna fucking suck donkey nuts when we lose CC and Sheets, and Rickie Weeks will STILL strike out all the time, and we’ll STILL be saddled with a very expensive Bill ‘I-hit-30-homers-one-time,-remember?’ Hall.  It’s gonna be terrific– I can’t wait.

Now, perhaps the Brewers can still make something out of this year.  Anything goes once you make the playoffs, and the Brewers have the pure talent to make a run once they get into the postseason.  The big BUT, however, is that they gotta get there first.  After holding their dicks while the rest of the league caught them in the wild card race, now it will (AGAIN!) come down to the final series.  Six of the last 12 games are against the Cubs– blech.  I sure hope that someone, somewhere, is destroying the Brewers locker room right now in a rage to try to convince them THAT THIS REALLY MATTERS.   Alas, I doubt it.

So, how ’bout them Packers?