Back from the game now, with our drive back to Madison brightly lit by all the cars heading home from football: How about some props for G-Love? At the start of the game I was saying under my breath, "OK, Gary, could you just not suck?" - and although those were low expectations, he exceeded them and I appreciate it. Let's hope he can bring a similar game on Thursday. I also admit that my lack of faith in Justin Lehr was misplaced (I would have called for Eveland sooner), and for tonight at least, my faith in Dana might have been a bit misplaced. I was hoping brewerjamie would happen by so we could reflect together on the clutch and overall gritty performance by Bad Chad, but I understand that there are only so many good grilling days left in the year. That 7-spot was nothing short of miraculous - particularly since (as we all know) the Brewers then proceeded to need every one of the runs they scored. Thanks, Mark Mulder. Memo: You might not want to pitch like that next month. On the way back to the parking lot, I observed two Cardinal clad guys agreeing that "it's been a rough 24 hours." I'm surprised I didn't burst into tears on the spot upon hearing their tragic lament. (Imagine a world where the St. Louis Cardinals might fail to win 100 games in a season! Nooooooo!) Instead I played a sad song on a tiny violin in my head for those poor fans. They are the real victims; I realize this now. Oh, and for those of you reading at home, we won nothing. Again. Robbed for the umpteenth time. They had to draw like three times for the package that included the Doug Davis-signed bat (BAT? For the pitcher?), but to no avail for me. At least it didn't look like any obvious Cardinal fans won. The car went to a guy from Brown Deer. Still, I don't mind too much because the Brewers won their 77th game. I'm really going to miss baseball this off-season.