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.