I sometimes get nostalgic for those days. Not all the losing I guess, but to this day I'm partial to open air stadiums. County was special. I get the necessity of the roof, but it was special. Being a kid, my dad getting random tickets from work on a Tuesday night against the Angels or whatever, coming home and asking if I wanted to go. It was always like the most unexpected surprise in the world. And then maybe see the Brewers maybe win and climb to 60-85, but it didn't matter. The whole baseball experience was geared around watching 2 or 3 guys bat and if they won, even better.
My entire childhood (I was like 6-7 when the dark years began so it was all I really knew) was spent with the acceptance that the Brewers were always going to lose, and it was ok. It was never even a consideration to me they'd make a postseason.