The Game 7 loss from 1982 has finally been exorcised.
I wish I could have told my 18 year old self at the time to not be too despondent, that they would indeed win a World Series some day, and that I would see it happen.
Along the way I lost my dad, my mom, my brother (only sibling), and my life long best friend. All Brewers fans through and through.
I feel humbled that I got to witness this.