We’re going to the championship man! Fucking A!

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Alone in my office, sobbing after Morgan's RBI.

I have been a Milwaukee Brewers fan since Baskin Robbins had helmet sundaes in the ’80s. I always loved the ball and glove logo. It seemed from an early age, Milwaukee and I were destined for a relationship. One of my first outings my freshman year at Marquette was to County Stadium. Yes, it was a total hole, but it instilled in me a love of this underdog team. Some of my greatest memories are at Miller Park, or tailgating in its lot. Part of my massive debt lingering from impetus twentysomething purchases is thanks to my 9 Pack purchased in the 2008 season, which luckily included a bonus ticket for the one playoff game we won. I never got to Lambeau, but I couldn’t even begin to count the times I’ve sat in the stadium in Menomonee Valley.

Moving to San Francsisco, I promised everyone I would remain a Brewers fan. I’ve stayed true to that. Yes, I did begin to route for the Giants too, as just like Milwaukee, they’re a likeable team. But when the teams played each other, I stayed true blue (and yellow). I made certain to get to one game of the series at AT&T Park, and luckily that included a visit from my friends Monica and Bart from Milwaukee, and luckily it was the one game they won that weekend.

I’ve had alerts set for the Brewers all season, always staying in the loop thanks to the ESPN app on my iPhone. As September rolled around, I began to pay extra attention. I found my knowledge of baseball to be an asset in meeting people in my new city. It’s always easy to talk about something when you’re passionate. My tweets have been increasingly #Brewers oriented. It’s a bit out of control.

Then, of all weekends I’m visiting Milwaukee, it’s the one where we clinch the playoff berth. I got to freak out with most of my best friends. It was amazing. I headed back to face the NLDS alone, but I never really was.

Throughout the series I’ve met vacationing Wisconsinites and fellow ex-Sconnies at bars, people in the porty potty line at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass with Brewers hats, and found online support from sympathetic Giants fans who with a burning hate for the Diamondbacks. Today, I watched all of my coworkers head out early and wish me luck, as I stayed planted at my desk, listening to a stream of Bob Uecker on my last-minute purchase of the MLB app.

Of course it had to be a long game, an intense game, a riveting drama. Luckily my friend Craig allowed me to freestyle rant via IM, and luckily I didn’t make that public. Apparently at times, it was hard to tell if I was narrating a baseball game or a porno. The purity of the sport was at its best though tonight and I was thrilled to stay attached, even as the sun began setting and the emptiness of the building set in. Extra innings didn’t thrill me, but we had a chance. I thought I may combust during the top of the 10th, and then held my breath as we began batting. Then, of course, it happened. The miracle we’d been waiting for. Morgan’s single to get Gomez in. I yelped and cheered in the empty room. Then I started crying. I couldn’t get up. I just sat there, in disbelief.

We’re going to the National League Championship Series.

Yes, there are personal drawbacks for me. My trip to Paris, which I’ve been looking forward to with excitement, means that I’ll likely miss games 3, 4, and 5. Or have to find a sports bar open at 1:30 a.m. For 4 & 5, I likely will. But I get in the night of 3. I think that’s what they call a “sacrifice” in baseball terms.

Regardless, whether I’m in San Francisco, Paris or London during the coming October weeks, my heart is in Milwaukee. I’m so excited for all of my friends who actually get to go to these games. I’ve always loved that the World Series is played in the teams’ stadiums, not in some tropical locale or “destination” city. This year it will be a destination where everyone should check out regardless, my favorite city in the Midwest, in a state with the greatest sports fans in the country – Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

GO BREWERS!

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About Meghan A.

creative & professional creative professional | communications, content & community | nasty woman | adventurer & inspiration seeker | bicyclist & feminist | walk san francisco board | current: Typekit community, former: TYPO SF magic maker
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