What Does Going to the World Series Mean to You?

[Soupy]

I was in high school when Merle Harmon and Bob Uecker started broadcasting games for the Brewers. The best, by the way. By 1982 there were children, job and those responsibilities to attend to. No way I could make it to those games. I remember thinking I will go the next time. But I never imagined it would take 44 years. I have tickets for Friday nights' game. Gotta keep promises to yourself. I am beyond ecstatic that it has happened while I can still watch. Also my 8 grandchildren are all Brewer fans. So glad they along with their parents are growing up in this era of Brewer baseball.

[MrTPlush]

4 hours ago, Frisbee Slider said:

Somewhat related topic: I was wondering, which Brewers on the current roster will we be celebrating decades from now? Who are the ones who will be throwing out opening day pitches and be part of alumni celebrations for the next generation? Similar to the 1982 players.

Obviously, the work is not done and we need to celebrate more than LCS championships.

Christian Yelich

Jake Bauers

Garrett Mitchell 

Jackson Chourio

William Contreras

Aaron Ashby should be one, literally threw 1/4 of the inning in the LCS…all scoreless. Idk if he gets remembered like that though.

Miz will probably always be iconic even though (so far) he really hasn’t been that special. Hopefully he left his magic for the World Series, very wise of him.

[OldSchoolSnapper]

6 minutes ago, MrTPlush said:

 

Miz will probably always be iconic even though (so far) he really hasn’t been that special. Hopefully he left his magic for the World Series, very wise of him.

Not that he was awful, but if you showed me his line, I'd guess we escaped the first round and got swept again.

[Cool Hand Lucroy]

My grandfather was a Cubs fan. He'd had a stroke before I was born and wasn't particularly mobile, so we'd watch games on WGN in the afternoon and then flip over in time for 4:30 Jeopardy! My dad is also a Cubs fan, and I rooted for them in 2016 just so he got to experience that joy. Still, we lived in Wisconsin (I was born in 1986), and most of my earliest MLB memories are Brewers-related. First game at County Stadium. We moved to Minnesota (right on the border of Wisconsin) in 1998, the same year the Brewers moved to the National League. Really, that was the start of my love for this team. I listened to Ueck on the radio. I had a walkman with ear-bud headphones and would sneak them under my sleeves and listen in school. I thought Jeffrey Hammonds was going to save the franchise. I remember the sweep suits. I once bet a fried 50 bucks we'd win a World Series by 2004. I also didn't have many friends (middle school is tough, man), so I listened to the radio a lot in my room, by myself. Sometimes, my neighbor and I would play Wiffle ball. He'd be the Giants. I'd be the Brewers. Richie Sexson. We'd set up a lawn chair and just pitch (if it hit the chair, it was strike) and hit (if it hit the roof it was homer, the house a double, the grass on the fly a single--anything on the ground was an out, and I believe we started the launch angle revolution). I've loved baseball for a long time. 

I've also always been the kind of baseball fan who loves the regular season. I just love having a friend in the background, slowly chattering away for six months. I dread the playoffs mainly because that part of the game is over. You're hoping your winter doesn't have to start, even though you know it will. And every moment means so much and gives you no opportunity to bounce back (this is why the NLDS is harder than the NLCS and the Wild Card is hardest of all). It's all jangled nerves and fried sleeplessness. Then, at the end, if you don't win, most people forget about your season, and you go back to the beginning all over again.

I've always relished division titles. Winning single playoff games has been incredible. Winning series even better, but I never got to see the season all the way through. 

This year, our winter starts at the same time as everyone's. That's special. When the last out of our year is recorded, MLB closes its books, and I don't know whether I'll be thrilled or hurt by who makes that last out. In some ways, I don't really care, at least not today. Sure, winning would be better than losing. But we won the National League. We have a pennant. Pennants are flags, and they fly forever. I'd love one more, but I don't need it like I think I needed this. Last night validates a lot of time spent with this team and also illuminates the joy of baseball, all its failures and defeats and beautiful little moments along the way.

[gregmag]

My parents were lovely people, but they had issues. Our house at night could be a scary, lonely place for a bewildered only child.

I got into baseball and the Brewers at age 10, just in time for the 1978 explosion. Through all the bad years after 1982, all the numbing losses and false starts and nights spent fiddling with radio dials around the country to try to pick up staticky broadcasts,  I never forgot that feeling of discovering baseball and having it seem touched with grace. 

My parents cared about my passions. They got into the Brewers. Ueck was on at our house all summer, lifting us up and calming a lot of the chaos at night. Once I was away at college, Mom and Dad started going to quite a few games themselves. When Mom was recovering from a heart attack at 60, I went to a game in Detroit and passed a note to the broadcast booth, and Ueck gave her a shout out. She couldn’t believe it.

They both passed away in 2017. It was their time, and I’m glad they didn’t have to endure Covid and MAGA and social media. But the night we drove up to Milwaukee to start cleaning out the house, the Brewers traded for Christian Yelich. Mom and Dad would have loved this, and as I process my joy, all I can do is carry them in my heart. 

[hawing]

I'll do my best to weigh in, though I'm not sure how much new I'll bring to the topic. 

1982 was the first season I followed from beginning to end. I'd like to think that's not just bandwagon since the Brewers struggled early that year.  I was 16 and my parents were separated and my grandma died that May. My interest might have been jump started by those weird pseudo-playoffs in 1981 but I don't remember watching them.  I am pretty sure part of the reason I started following baseball was to find an interest that (seemingly) no one else around me had.  Prior to 1982 the Packers dominated my family's sports life.  (Hilariously, and also understandably considering the times, the Badgers were not even on my radar, except for men's hockey.)

I enjoyed watching and listening to the postseason games - I have super clear memories of tuning in Ueck's call of Game 5 of the WS from the Monroe High School gym during volleyball practice - but in terms of fully appreciating what the 1982 team accomplished and how near their miss was...to paraphrase Ned Yost, I had no concept.  I watched TV footage of the post-series parade, when everyone said Next Year! and I specifically remember thinking, no problem, they'll win next year.  😂 

I'd never even set foot in an MLB stadium until the following September, when I saw the Orioles clinch the AL East from literally the top row of the upper grandstand.  I was transfixed just by being in the place where so much of last year's excitement had happened.  

I've probably mentioned on this forum before that ever since that day in 1983, I spent at least a few moments of every game I attended, at the former and now current ballparks, wondering what it would be like to experience postseason excitement first-hand and not just on the Madison news.  As we know, it took 25 years of wondering before I finally got a first-hand taste of the postseason. 2008 was truly a "happy to be there" fortnight.  Then 2011 really stung (and further cemented my hatred of STL). 2018 was super fun from opening day through NLCS 6. And now we have this previously unimaginable era where the postseason has become almost customary. 

Following the Brewers became a lot more fun for me once I discovered Brewerfan dot net. I was accustomed to being the odd duck at my employer for following a sports team that wasn't the Packers, so realizing that there were others who cared as much about the Brewers as I did...was pretty great.  I know some of you remember that night in September 2005 when we heartily celebrated an 81st win.  Our household has had a partial season ticket package (of varying sizes) since 1993, and we have sat through a LOT of middling and frankly garbage time over the years.

I'm still not as deeply into stats as some of you are, but I feel like I understand "the system" well enough to know how stacked the general odds are against a team in the Brewers' financial/market position succeeding, and specifically reaching a World Series.  Although I generally consider myself a hopeful (not exactly the same as optimistic) person, there have been plenty of times when I've resigned myself to not count on a Brewers World Series happening again in my lifetime. 

Yet here we are. It's been a few days since the clinch and it's still surreal to me.  I had my "recent postseason" guard up until after Monday's (NLCS 2) game, at which point I really got to believing.  I wasn't even that down when Shohei hit the home run Thursday night.  I reasoned that it was still early and if we could just be patient, there could still be a special ending; and to partially quote two of my very favorite broadcasters, OH MY GOD there was. 

So what does this mean to me?  It's immensely satisfying; enough so I have to remind myself that reaching the World Series is not the end of the work.  I fervently hope the Brewers don't go splat starting this Friday night, but I don't expect them to. How about that? 

The other season-ticket sport for our household is Wisconsin volleyball, which won an NCAA title in 2021.  At the time I told anyone who would listen (or read my social posts) that the only better sports day I could possibly have would be the Brewers winning the World Series, because the Brewers have been my ride-or-die since 1982. Now that chance is upon us.  Sweet merciful crap!   

[Underachiever]

A cousin of mine, who likes the Brewers and watches them, said these words to me today: “I’m just happy they made the World Series, it doesn’t really matter if they win or not.” 

Let’s just say I don”t agree with her. 

[craigharmann]

7 hours ago, hawing said:

I'll do my best to weigh in, though I'm not sure how much new I'll bring to the topic. 

1982 was the first season I followed from beginning to end. I'd like to think that's not just bandwagon since the Brewers struggled early that year.  I was 16 and my parents were separated and my grandma died that May. My interest might have been jump started by those weird pseudo-playoffs in 1981 but I don't remember watching them.  I am pretty sure part of the reason I started following baseball was to find an interest that (seemingly) no one else around me had.  Prior to 1982 the Packers dominated my family's sports life.  (Hilariously, and also understandably considering the times, the Badgers were not even on my radar, except for men's hockey.)

I enjoyed watching and listening to the postseason games - I have super clear memories of tuning in Ueck's call of Game 5 of the WS from the Monroe High School gym during volleyball practice - but in terms of fully appreciating what the 1982 team accomplished and how near their miss was...to paraphrase Ned Yost, I had no concept.  I watched TV footage of the post-series parade, when everyone said Next Year! and I specifically remember thinking, no problem, they'll win next year.  😂 

I'd never even set foot in an MLB stadium until the following September, when I saw the Orioles clinch the AL East from literally the top row of the upper grandstand.  I was transfixed just by being in the place where so much of last year's excitement had happened.  

I've probably mentioned on this forum before that ever since that day in 1983, I spent at least a few moments of every game I attended, at the former and now current ballparks, wondering what it would be like to experience postseason excitement first-hand and not just on the Madison news.  As we know, it took 25 years of wondering before I finally got a first-hand taste of the postseason. 2008 was truly a "happy to be there" fortnight.  Then 2011 really stung (and further cemented my hatred of STL). 2018 was super fun from opening day through NLCS 6. And now we have this previously unimaginable era where the postseason has become almost customary. 

Following the Brewers became a lot more fun for me once I discovered Brewerfan dot net. I was accustomed to being the odd duck at my employer for following a sports team that wasn't the Packers, so realizing that there were others who cared as much about the Brewers as I did...was pretty great.  I know some of you remember that night in September 2005 when we heartily celebrated an 81st win.  Our household has had a partial season ticket package (of varying sizes) since 1993, and we have sat through a LOT of middling and frankly garbage time over the years.

I'm still not as deeply into stats as some of you are, but I feel like I understand "the system" well enough to know how stacked the general odds are against a team in the Brewers' financial/market position succeeding, and specifically reaching a World Series.  Although I generally consider myself a hopeful (not exactly the same as optimistic) person, there have been plenty of times when I've resigned myself to not count on a Brewers World Series happening again in my lifetime. 

Yet here we are. It's been a few days since the clinch and it's still surreal to me.  I had my "recent postseason" guard up until after Monday's (NLCS 2) game, at which point I really got to believing.  I wasn't even that down when Shohei hit the home run Thursday night.  I reasoned that it was still early and if we could just be patient, there could still be a special ending; and to partially quote two of my very favorite broadcasters, OH MY GOD there was. 

So what does this mean to me?  It's immensely satisfying; enough so I have to remind myself that reaching the World Series is not the end of the work.  I fervently hope the Brewers don't go splat starting this Friday night, but I don't expect them to. How about that? 

The other season-ticket sport for our household is Wisconsin volleyball, which won an NCAA title in 2021.  At the time I told anyone who would listen (or read my social posts) that the only better sports day I could possibly have would be the Brewers winning the World Series, because the Brewers have been my ride-or-die since 1982. Now that chance is upon us.  Sweet merciful crap!   

I had hoped you'd share your thoughts. Thanks Laura!

[BruisedCrew]

Literally nobody has been a Brewer fan longer than I have. In my senior year of high school in 1970 I got an excused absence to attend the Brewers first Opening Day in Milwaukee, and saw them lose 12-0 to the Angels. 
 

Since then I have been there through the ups and downs, including attending all 6 home games in the 1982 playoffs. Until game 2 of the NLDS against the Padres, my greatest thrill as a Brewers fan by far was the final out of game 5 against the Angels that sent the Brewers to the World Series. Leaving the stadium after game 5 of the World Seires is up there too, as we felt like winning the Series was just around the corner. Losing that series left a deep disappointment that hasn’t been erased. 
 

As the gap between the big and small market teams widened, I accepted that it was more likely than not that the Brewers would not win a World Series in my lifetime. My favorite teams have won championships in the NFL, NBA,and major college football and basketball. I remember those fondly, but my graeatest sports wish has always been for  the Brewers to win the World Series. 

Getting back to the World Series means to me the best real chance  to have that seemingly unreachable wish granted. It is both exciting and nerve wracking to be this close because I learned after 1982 that “waiting until next year” offers no guarantees. Next year doesn’t always arrive. 

Winning the World Series this year would be extra special because I would be able to share the experience with my 3 daughters, who have been Brewers fans for as long as they can remember. Though they have been able to experience several exciting Brewers moments, including some playoff wins, they don’t even have the memories of 1982 that I have. 

I spent more than I ever thought I would spend on a sporting event for tickets to Game 6. The 2 daughters who live in the area will  be there with me. The other one was in town two weeks ago to run in the Lakefront Half Marathon and was able to go with me to the memorable game  2 against the Padres. So she at least has a first hand experience with this playoff run. 

The ultimate dream is that the Brewers will claim the title in Game 6, though we won’t be complaining if they wrap it up earlier or wait until game 7, especially if they also win Game 6. A Brewers World Series win would create a memory I will carry for the rest of my life. I hope my daughters would continue to carry it long after I’m gone along with many other shared adventures. 

[Cool Hand Lucroy]

13 hours ago, hawing said:

I'll do my best to weigh in, though I'm not sure how much new I'll bring to the topic. 

1982 was the first season I followed from beginning to end. I'd like to think that's not just bandwagon since the Brewers struggled early that year.  I was 16 and my parents were separated and my grandma died that May. My interest might have been jump started by those weird pseudo-playoffs in 1981 but I don't remember watching them.  I am pretty sure part of the reason I started following baseball was to find an interest that (seemingly) no one else around me had.  Prior to 1982 the Packers dominated my family's sports life.  (Hilariously, and also understandably considering the times, the Badgers were not even on my radar, except for men's hockey.)

I enjoyed watching and listening to the postseason games - I have super clear memories of tuning in Ueck's call of Game 5 of the WS from the Monroe High School gym during volleyball practice - but in terms of fully appreciating what the 1982 team accomplished and how near their miss was...to paraphrase Ned Yost, I had no concept.  I watched TV footage of the post-series parade, when everyone said Next Year! and I specifically remember thinking, no problem, they'll win next year.  😂 

I'd never even set foot in an MLB stadium until the following September, when I saw the Orioles clinch the AL East from literally the top row of the upper grandstand.  I was transfixed just by being in the place where so much of last year's excitement had happened.  

I've probably mentioned on this forum before that ever since that day in 1983, I spent at least a few moments of every game I attended, at the former and now current ballparks, wondering what it would be like to experience postseason excitement first-hand and not just on the Madison news.  As we know, it took 25 years of wondering before I finally got a first-hand taste of the postseason. 2008 was truly a "happy to be there" fortnight.  Then 2011 really stung (and further cemented my hatred of STL). 2018 was super fun from opening day through NLCS 6. And now we have this previously unimaginable era where the postseason has become almost customary. 

Following the Brewers became a lot more fun for me once I discovered Brewerfan dot net. I was accustomed to being the odd duck at my employer for following a sports team that wasn't the Packers, so realizing that there were others who cared as much about the Brewers as I did...was pretty great.  I know some of you remember that night in September 2005 when we heartily celebrated an 81st win.  Our household has had a partial season ticket package (of varying sizes) since 1993, and we have sat through a LOT of middling and frankly garbage time over the years.

I'm still not as deeply into stats as some of you are, but I feel like I understand "the system" well enough to know how stacked the general odds are against a team in the Brewers' financial/market position succeeding, and specifically reaching a World Series.  Although I generally consider myself a hopeful (not exactly the same as optimistic) person, there have been plenty of times when I've resigned myself to not count on a Brewers World Series happening again in my lifetime. 

Yet here we are. It's been a few days since the clinch and it's still surreal to me.  I had my "recent postseason" guard up until after Monday's (NLCS 2) game, at which point I really got to believing.  I wasn't even that down when Shohei hit the home run Thursday night.  I reasoned that it was still early and if we could just be patient, there could still be a special ending; and to partially quote two of my very favorite broadcasters, OH MY GOD there was. 

So what does this mean to me?  It's immensely satisfying; enough so I have to remind myself that reaching the World Series is not the end of the work.  I fervently hope the Brewers don't go splat starting this Friday night, but I don't expect them to. How about that? 

The other season-ticket sport for our household is Wisconsin volleyball, which won an NCAA title in 2021.  At the time I told anyone who would listen (or read my social posts) that the only better sports day I could possibly have would be the Brewers winning the World Series, because the Brewers have been my ride-or-die since 1982. Now that chance is upon us.  Sweet merciful crap!   

I can't heart this post hard enough! Thank you!!

Go Crew!!

[hawing]

On 10/16/2026 at 7:44 PM, Cool Hand Lucroy said:

I've also always been the kind of baseball fan who loves the regular season. I just love having a friend in the background, slowly chattering away for six months. I dread the playoffs mainly because that part of the game is over. You're hoping your winter doesn't have to start, even though you know it will. 

I've always relished division titles. Winning single playoff games has been incredible. Winning series even better, but I never got to see the season all the way through. 

This year, our winter starts at the same time as everyone's. That's special. 

This, this and this. 

At our house we regard the baseball season as practically a utility that is turned on in February and off in September or October.  I'm always sad whenever the season ends, whether it's at game 162 or later.  I don't know how sad I'll be this time. 

I'm also in the subset of fans who values a division title at least as much as (maybe more than) a successful postseason.  That's six months of battling and coming out on top.  I cannot accept that a season was a waste of time if it didn't end with a WS championship.  I've seen too many little cool things at games and made too many baseball friends to not value the marathon that got us to the postseason sprint.  Playoff games are also cool, though also a little weird since some of the local voices are shut out by then and there are other subtle differences at the ballpark.    

[RobDeer 45]

On 10/18/2026 at 10:43 PM, hawing said:

I'll do my best to weigh in, though I'm not sure how much new I'll bring to the topic. 

1982 was the first season I followed from beginning to end. I'd like to think that's not just bandwagon since the Brewers struggled early that year.  I was 16 and my parents were separated and my grandma died that May. My interest might have been jump started by those weird pseudo-playoffs in 1981 but I don't remember watching them.  I am pretty sure part of the reason I started following baseball was to find an interest that (seemingly) no one else around me had.  Prior to 1982 the Packers dominated my family's sports life.  (Hilariously, and also understandably considering the times, the Badgers were not even on my radar, except for men's hockey.)

I enjoyed watching and listening to the postseason games - I have super clear memories of tuning in Ueck's call of Game 5 of the WS from the Monroe High School gym during volleyball practice - but in terms of fully appreciating what the 1982 team accomplished and how near their miss was...to paraphrase Ned Yost, I had no concept.  I watched TV footage of the post-series parade, when everyone said Next Year! and I specifically remember thinking, no problem, they'll win next year.  😂 

I'd never even set foot in an MLB stadium until the following September, when I saw the Orioles clinch the AL East from literally the top row of the upper grandstand.  I was transfixed just by being in the place where so much of last year's excitement had happened.  

I've probably mentioned on this forum before that ever since that day in 1983, I spent at least a few moments of every game I attended, at the former and now current ballparks, wondering what it would be like to experience postseason excitement first-hand and not just on the Madison news.  As we know, it took 25 years of wondering before I finally got a first-hand taste of the postseason. 2008 was truly a "happy to be there" fortnight.  Then 2011 really stung (and further cemented my hatred of STL). 2018 was super fun from opening day through NLCS 6. And now we have this previously unimaginable era where the postseason has become almost customary. 

Following the Brewers became a lot more fun for me once I discovered Brewerfan dot net. I was accustomed to being the odd duck at my employer for following a sports team that wasn't the Packers, so realizing that there were others who cared as much about the Brewers as I did...was pretty great.  I know some of you remember that night in September 2005 when we heartily celebrated an 81st win.  Our household has had a partial season ticket package (of varying sizes) since 1993, and we have sat through a LOT of middling and frankly garbage time over the years.

I'm still not as deeply into stats as some of you are, but I feel like I understand "the system" well enough to know how stacked the general odds are against a team in the Brewers' financial/market position succeeding, and specifically reaching a World Series.  Although I generally consider myself a hopeful (not exactly the same as optimistic) person, there have been plenty of times when I've resigned myself to not count on a Brewers World Series happening again in my lifetime. 

Yet here we are. It's been a few days since the clinch and it's still surreal to me.  I had my "recent postseason" guard up until after Monday's (NLCS 2) game, at which point I really got to believing.  I wasn't even that down when Shohei hit the home run Thursday night.  I reasoned that it was still early and if we could just be patient, there could still be a special ending; and to partially quote two of my very favorite broadcasters, OH MY GOD there was. 

So what does this mean to me?  It's immensely satisfying; enough so I have to remind myself that reaching the World Series is not the end of the work.  I fervently hope the Brewers don't go splat starting this Friday night, but I don't expect them to. How about that? 

The other season-ticket sport for our household is Wisconsin volleyball, which won an NCAA title in 2021.  At the time I told anyone who would listen (or read my social posts) that the only better sports day I could possibly have would be the Brewers winning the World Series, because the Brewers have been my ride-or-die since 1982. Now that chance is upon us.  Sweet merciful crap!   

Amazing post Hawing.  I always appreciate your posts!

[markedman5]

I was at the Super Bowl win vs the Patriots……I was 18 when Marquette won the National Championship…….I’ve enjoyed 2 Bucks NBA Championships in my lifetime……

This would be number 1 for me.

[bm1090]

1 hour ago, markedman5 said:

I was at the Super Bowl win vs the Patriots……I was 18 when Marquette won the National Championship…….I’ve enjoyed 2 Bucks NBA Championships in my lifetime……

This would be number 1 for me.

You old MFer

I was born in 90, but this would be number one for me too. The Packers were good and we got one in my early childhood so I always expected we'd get more. The Bucks was a surprise and I enjoyed the hell out of it, but the Brewers were always my team. And it was hard to envision this team ever competing for anything when I was growing up.

Not taking this run of success for granted.

[RobDeer 45]

When I saw this post, I put it off. I think I’ve mentally put off thinking about what this all means to me because it feels overwhelming. Many of us have been waiting for a Brewers World Series for a long time, so I think we all get that. I’m going to focus on what the Brewers and baseball mean to me.

I was born in 1980, so I don’t remember the 1982 World Series, but some of my earliest memories are of the excitement about the Brewers in the seasons after. I grew up in a baseball home. My dad was still playing town baseball when I was young, and he also coached fast-pitch softball, so we spent lots of days at a ball field. Baseball was my first passion. I had my glove with me at all those games, and after the game my mom or dad would throw me pop flies and ground balls. My grandparents would say, “When you were little, all you wanted to do was hit baseballs in the yard all day.” You can bet that every time I was out there, I was pretending to be my heroes, the Milwaukee Brewers. I remember telling people Cecil Cooper was my favorite player when they asked, but I honestly don’t remember much about him. My first real love was Paul Molitor. I once asked my grandpa if Paul Molitor was chewing tobacco. He told me, “No, he puts cheese curds in there to give him extra power!” Of course, I started wadding up cheese to put in my mouth as I played Wiffle ball in the backyard. Speaking of my grandpa, the main thing I remember from my dad’s speech at his funeral is that he thanked him for teaching him a love of baseball.

My dad was from Milwaukee, and we lived in northwest Wisconsin. Every summer, when we went to my grandparents’ house to visit, we got to go to a Brewers game. We didn’t get to go to many professional sporting events, so that annual tradition was a huge memory for me. Walking around County Stadium was a dream. We’d get there super early to watch batting practice, and we’d be the last ones to leave after the game. Maybe we’d get a plastic helmet or a T-shirt from the pro shop. We’d also always find the speed gun to see how hard we could throw. I still remember the day I threw harder than my dad! It was special going there. I still feel like a kid whenever I get to go to a baseball game, and I’m glad I get to share that with my wife and kids. Speaking of my wife, I have so many great memories of Brewers games with her, too. She’s always the one who reminds me the Brewers are on when it slips my mind.

Like so many of you, I grew up with the Brewers on the radio. It was my summer then, and it still is. If we were in the car and they were on, we’d be listening. Sometimes I even prefer the radio to watching the game. We were spoiled to have Uecker. We’ve been spoiled to have all his broadcast partners, and the TV announcers we’ve had. All of those people have been a big part of our summers for years.

When I describe to non-baseball fans why I love baseball and the Brewers so much, it always comes down to this: it gives me something to do almost every day. Whether I’m watching, listening, reading the box score, or catching the postgame show or a podcast, there’s something to look forward to each day. My grandma was never a huge Brewers fan. She followed them, but she preferred the Packers and Badgers. Later in life, though, my dad convinced her to start watching the Brewers. She was living alone in Milwaukee after my grandpa passed, and slowly but surely, she became hooked. We talked about how fun it was to have a game to look forward to each day. She even started to dislike the off days! She loved the Brewers. She passed away a few years ago, and I always hoped she would get to experience a Brewers World Series, though her anxiety would have been through the roof!

I’m jumping around here, but one of my favorite Brewers memories is from 2018. My youngest son was less than two weeks old, and we were watching Game 1 of the NLCS. My mom was sitting on the bed holding him while my wife sat next to them. I was sitting next to the bed on an exercise ball. When Brandon Woodruff hit his famous home run, we went crazy… in silence, so we wouldn’t wake the sleeping baby! What a moment. I’ll never forget it.

I could keep going about all my memories, but I’ll stop here, since I’m writing with tears in my eyes (part of the reason I’ve been putting this whole exercise off). What does a Brewers World Series mean to me? It means family. It means all the memories of my family associated with Brewers games, all the conversations, and all the excitement and heartache we shared over big moments. The Brewers have become an extension of all our families. So I hope they win this thing: for us, for our family members, for our friends, for the ones we’ve lost, and for the players themselves, our extended summer family.

[Opening Day]

The first baseball season that I remember was 82, as a 6 year old.  Its when I went to my first game at County Stadium.  Ill never forget walking through the little tunnel and seeing the field for the first time.  It was surreal.  County Stadium became my favorite place in the world.  We lived in Chicago (dad was born and raised in Milwaukee) and my aunt would mail me Brewers articles (80's internet).  I was devastated when they lost the WS, and still maintained a healthy (?) hate for the Cardinals for the last 44 years.  I think I thought they'd always be good and obviously didn't realize my own kids would practically be adults by the time they got back.

Depending on where I was in life I was in and out as to how strictly I followed the Brewers (if I felt like I had time and $ for MLB pass).  Before the 2018 season I made sure to buy the pass as I convinced myself Cain and Yelich moves were going to huge toward contending.  My kids would watch the games with me and have ever since, especially my oldest.  We would go see then play the Giants when we lived in SF, and since 2021 have always gone when they play the Rays (live outside of Tampa).  In addition we have made it a tradition to go up to Milwaukee every summer to check out a game.  

    Anyway, Im rambling.  Milwaukee tickets and logistics were somewhat prohibitive.  But Ill be at game 4* with my wife and oldest daughter (youngest didn't want to go).  Its going to be a great family experience.  Ill never forget watching the 82 series on TV with my dad and I hope my daughter remembers this the same way.  Thats what it means to me.

* If any of y'all are going to be there, let me know as you have a beer on me (Sprite or a hotdog if you are a teetotaller).

 

    

 

[Jim French Stepstool]

7 hours ago, Opening Day said:

 

    Anyway, Im rambling.  

 

    

 

A few of the posters in this thread have apologized for rambling. But no one should apologize. When you're talking about a lifetime of sports memories, especially a sport like baseball, it's impossible not to ramble; it enriches the experience for all. So much good stuff here.

[Jim French Stepstool]

On 10/18/2026 at 10:43 PM, hawing said:

 I have super clear memories of tuning in Ueck's call of Game 5 of the WS from the Monroe High School gym during volleyball practice 

They held volleyball practice on a Sunday? In the 80s? Serious stuff😉.

[hawing]

7 hours ago, Opening Day said:

 I was devastated when they lost the WS, and still maintained a healthy (?) hate for the Cardinals for the last 44 years. 

I think you misspelled "entirely reasonable." 😉

[hawing]

Just now, Jim French Stepstool said:

They held volleyball practice on a Sunday? In the 80s? Serious stuff😉.

It wasn't the norm.  1980, 1981 and 1982 were the first three years Monroe had a volleyball team, and frankly we probably needed the extra session.  Nowadays people might call us trailblazers, though I did not feel that way at all. It's not like we had to protest to have the right to form a team or anything, 

[Brewers Downunder]

On 10/17/2026 at 9:14 AM, MrTPlush said:

Aaron Ashby should be one, literally threw 1/4 of the inning in the LCS…all scoreless. Idk if he gets remembered like that though.

He has been sensational. We'll remember him but who knows about how he'll be considered in the future?

Anyone who does their homework in say 30 years time will want to know just how important he was in 2026.

[da swedish german]

My dad hated all the popular funny entertainers I liked as a kid. Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler(though he loved Chris Farley),  Conan O'Brien, etc., even though he's their age. Always been kind of an old fuddy, but his dad was in his 50s when he was born. So, a real 'ol' timer'.

i always thought ueck was hilarious and he did too. When I went to college, he'd call after games and recite funny anecdotes and acts bob had put on(he usually listens on radio).  Bob was like a G-rated Rodney Dangerfield.  I still remember the enthusiasm and happiness in our call after the crew went .500 in '05.

When summer thunderstorms would roll in over the Mississippi river we would sit near the open garage door and listen to Bob. The teams were terrible, but it was still sublime.  Life was so simple and of such a different pace than today.

I want them to win so badly, it's physical.

After the Packers '96 title we drove around town honking. in '10 I was at chuck's bar in lacrosse with friends.

Any possible clinching game I'm driving home to listen with dad.

 

 

[etranger]

I remember being a little kid in 1982, going to the games during the regular season and being mad that I didn't get to go to any of the world series games (it's a hilarious thought looking back).  I remember being allowed to stay up late to watch the ws games and ultimately learning to really dislike the Cardinals.  The Brewers have been a constant in my life.  When I was young we went to games quite a bit (Dad's work had tickets), but more than that I remember the little radio in the garage would be on in those early summer evenings.  Uecker's voice, my parents sitting on folding chairs and the feeling like the world is all in front of you are core memories of my youth.  The Brewers were woven into that fabric.  Over time, the baseball obviously went south, and the idea of going back to the WS seemed impossible at best.  Even when Mark A bought the club and turned things around it seemed like the playoffs were the mountaintop.  

So for me, the WS is a dream that was never really a dream.  I'll be there Saturday evening, and I'll be carrying with me the memories of my Dad, my brother and more than a few others who were also bit by the bug.  Despite living away from MKE, I've convinced my daughter to join me as a WI sports fan.  I have no doubt I'll be thinking about that little radio, my pops and the time when Brewer baseball seemed more like Summerfest than a reason to believe they could be champions.  But the difference between what the Brewers were, and what they are now, could not be more stark.  This is a championship level club, and I'll let my hopes be high.  The WS is a dream that had ceased to be a dream. I'm so grateful that this club let it be real.

[Jimbo]

I went to my first Brewer game in 1971.  I’ve been die-hard since 1973.  I remember attending a game in 1976 when the Brewers were still considered an expansion team and on their way to another 95-loss season, asking my dad when the Brewers would go to the World Series.  His answer was “in 20 years”.  I was in 11^th grade during the 1982 post-season.  I was on a state-ranked team entering the championship phase of our season, chasing down a conference championship and possible state berth.  One only gets one shot at high school sports.  So, way too much stimuli to absorb.  Watched as much baseball as I could, but my attention was divided.  I didn’t get to see any of Game 3, only the last half of Game 4, none of Game 6 after the rain delay (I also couldn’t the games in ’81).  As a poor-but-proud sixteen-year-old, I didn’t have a lousy $20 for a souvenir World Series T-shirt.  That has always stuck in my craw.  I did attend Game 5 with my dad.  I left that game thinking it was in the bag.

Now, I am able to appreciate this World Series even more.  I understand the X’s and O’s of the game much more.  Modern statistics help me follow the players better.

I will be at Game 1 with my wife.  The cost was not an issue.  I’ve years to mentally to prepare myself that “I will be there no matter what”.  And yes, I bought my WS shirt the day after the pennant was secured.  The next nine days will have my full attention.

What does this World Series mean to me?  Other than my imminent retirement followed by world travel with my wife, a World Series title would make my life complete.

 

 

[Strike4]

For me it means after forty-four years I will be able to sit one last time with my ailing father to watch the Brewers in the World Series.  

 

Only this time I will be joined by my son and new grandson.  

 

Four generations will be together in one spot watching together.  It really is the answer to a prayer.