Just got back from the game (construction on US 41 notwithstanding; damn barrels were keeping everyone's right tires beyond the solid white line and down to 25 mph, WTF). Guess not every one I'm lucky enough to see in person can log the Brewers another mark in the Win column--they were shut out 4-0 by the Florida Marlins. Sort of sad when the highlight of the game for mah guyz is Cain bouncing off the wall in right-center to net a fly ball.
Prime says he owns a Marlins cap that he got a year or two after their inaugural season. I'mma find it, I'mma burn it. With fire.
So the mere fact of the loss is the, uh, rum raisin ice cream in this rather crappy Saturdae (as opposed to 'Sundae'). The expired whipped cream: it was a Fan Appreciation Night at the ballpark, as this is the last homestand of the season, and nobody in our section got a giveaway of any flavor. (I mean, it's even fun just to peer down/crane your neck/whatever trying to spot an actual winner in your section.)
The goddamn so-sour-it-never-should-have-been-picked cherry? This loss meant that the Brewers clinched a losing season this year. Yeah, sure, when a team's at 81 losses and there are still more than a week's worth of games to play, you shouldn't spend very much time hoping that they'll suddenly get on a hot streak and burn through the rest of the season W, W, W, W...but I can't help it, I love this damn game and I love the Brewers.
Better luck next year, I hope. And all this idiotic talk about trying to trade Prince Fielder for some hot prospects or a great pitcher or whatever...to anybody who spouts that as being a good idea? Eeeeeffffffffffffff yyyooooooooouu.
Not a complete toss. I did get a cool T-shirt commemorating Trevor Hoffman's 600th career save, and finally netted the Topps 2010 Brewers baseball card set that I'd been looking to get. Dang cool.
--Weasel, "Love the game, love the Crew--it's all Prime's damn fault."
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