The first Brewers game I attended was September 25, 1983. From the top row of the upper grandstand we watched Baltimore beat Milwaukee and celebrate their AL East championship. I wondered then what it must have been like to be at a "big game" like those I'd seen on TV at the end of the 1982 season; and I wondered the same thing, at least for a moment, at each game I attended between that day and last Sunday. That is a lot of wondering. So it took 25 years and a few days, but at long last I've experienced big, meaningful games and big, meaningful wins, for my team. This last week was a beautiful bonus. I didn't feel nervous at all for either of this weekend's home games, and I'm chronically anxious. I was just glad they were taking place. Saturday was more fun than today, of course, but I enjoyed both games. The only thing that disappoints me tonight (OK, besides those four "enemy" home runs) is that we now have to wait months for another game. The end of the season feels to me like December 26 felt when I was a kid. Thanks to players and staff (yes, even staff who aren't employed there anymore) for a wonderful and happily memorable season. I was at 35 games - the Brewers were 22-11 in the regular season games, 1-1 in the postseason - and despite the sleep deprivation, hours spent in the car, and cost of fuel (thank goodness for the Prius), I had a blast from start to finish. Finally, being able to share the season with this community made the whole experience even better. That I was able to meet several of you this year was icing on the cake.