for the majority of my life, i didn't care about baseball. see, indiana doesn't have a major league team (but much love to the indianapolis indians!), so everyone here either pays no attention at all or picks a random team. my family has yankees fans and a sad little cubs fan. and soon, a cardinals fan. gross. (the cardinals, not kelli. she is great.)
but then i moved to wisconsin. and i slowly got sucked into the hype. probably because i read the newspaper every day when i was a temp (remember those days when i read the paper, miranda? too bad you weren't around to enjoy them...). i read about those hapless brewers and their sad exploits. and when stephanie took me to a game, i decided i needed to pick a favorite player. i didn't want one of the more famous, super cool guys like prince or ryan or jj. i picked mike cameron.
oh, michael. what a hunk.
anyway, i got invested. and some players left, including my hunky centerfielder. but i found some other guys i liked, too, and i gave a bunch of them sweet nicknames:
my boy, yo g
beefcake...aka, the beef
the old man
the hebrew hammer (i'll admit i did not come up with the nickname, but i had to include him anyway...certain people would be angry for omitting ry ry.)
AND the brewers have the sausage race! now, we all know i hate mascots, but is there anybody greater than HOT DOG???
and don't get me started on tailgating. hello, summer. i can practically taste you!
so...long story short: i am ridiculously in love with the brewers.
it's opening day. and yo is pitching. holla!
not that you can change my mind, but who's your favorite team?