Back to the original question, "Is loving the Brewers enough to base a relationship on"? I have some experience in this area. My wife has accused me of loving the Brewers more than her. I've been with the Brewers since my first trip to County Stadium in 1978. My wife and I, however, have only been together since the team broke spring training camp in 2001. There is plenty of give and take in every relationship. She realizes that my mood often depends on the daily performance of the team. The 2002 season was a rough one for her, but there were good times too, like the game we attended at the Metrodome where she got company tickets behind home plate and Matt Stairs hit two home runs and we smoked the Twins. The 2003 season was a transitional year. We realized we were ready to take our relationship to the next level. It was similar to the new management regime taking hold with the Brewers, you knew there were better things ahead. We got engaged in a park next to the Mississippi River in Prairie Du Chien. It was the same spot where we listened to the broadcast of Nick Neugebauer's pitching debut. We got married in 2004. The wedding is a blur, but the honeymoon trip to Jamaica was awesome. There were a week of memories, twilight walks on the beach, a catamaran ride to Dunn's River Falls, a raft ride down the great river, and Chris Saenz's debut against the Cardinals. We celebrated our first anniversary with a trip to Miller Park. Doug Davis gave up a couple of home runs to Scott Rolen and JJ Hardy was barely keeping his battig average above .100, but we knew there were better days ahead. The core of a great team was in place, and it was obvious that things would only get better. Our relationship has grown as our family has grown. Our daughter was born on Haiku night in 2006. Our son is named after our opening day pitcher. Both of the kids were born on the days of victories against the Marlins. My sage advice is that the Brewers can be a part of a great relationship, but you can't totally base a relationship on them. Prior to meeting my wife, I dated two girls with the last name "Brewer". While the name was great, I knew after a couple of dates that they weren't the right women for me (neither celebrated the Easter Sunday miracle of 1987). When you find your eventual wife, you'll know it right away. You may have some doubts during the long haul. Since my wife lived in Minneapolis for several years, I occasionally catch her watching the Twins highlights on ESPN, and I was shocked to find a Homer Hanky tucked away in her dresser drawer. A relationship isn't based on one game or a single 162 game season. When you make the commitment, it's for the tenure of the franchise.