This debate has been going on all year, and the fact that I've even said anything probably corrodes my argument that I'm sick of the argument. That said, the fact that this tiresome debate rages tiresomely is a sign of the health, not the weakness, of the Brewers organization and the fan community. We're big-time, baby! There are enough lip-pursing bitties, er, rational thinkers, on one side who heave to with great expressions of tut-tut for those who would dare to offend the king's, er, Prince's, majesty. Any outburst of emotion is rejoined by a baseball-reference.com.-referenced lecture delivered with such piety as though it was issued from the Chair of Peter. And there are enough sinning Hester Prynnes like me who believe that it is our God-given right to cry sour pickles at the mere sight of Greg "I'm-not-the-one-that-Marcos-killed" Aquino. In short, people care, and hotdamn, it's better breathing this air than it was having to wait on Matt Stairs to hit his weight.