long with my dad, my grandpa, cousins, aunts...you name it. We had a blast. Back then, you could get decent seats for cheap and the biggest ego on the Brewers' roster was basically mild mannered Stormin' Gorman Thomas. My first crush was on Sixto Lezcano...Molly was called the "Ignitor" and Robin was just starting out...

...and then they went out and wrecked it...

the seats became impossible to afford. We moved to the Bleachers for awhile, but that was no place for children...then we watched on T.V....

...and then egos got HUGER than any of the plays made...

...money demanded...

...a strike was afoot...I was gone.

Until...

....until the replacement players took the field, and they were *gasp* smiling, happy to be there...enjoying the sport again. Man those Spring Training games were fun.

Then the "big boys" made a deal and came back...only I wasn't watching them anymore. Neither was anybody else. Quick, they thought...we must think of something, anything to bring the lemmings back.

And so, a "homerun race" was conceived. Only I didn't watch. But a lot of others did. And were duped again. And the egos again ruled the field. Not for me this sport anymore. I miss the game, but not that much.

But, luckily there's room on this earth for football lovers and baseball lovers alike.