I remember being a little kid in 1982, going to the games during the regular season and being mad that I didn't get to go to any of the world series games (it's a hilarious thought looking back). I remember being allowed to stay up late to watch the ws games and ultimately learning to really dislike the Cardinals. The Brewers have been a constant in my life. When I was young we went to games quite a bit (Dad's work had tickets), but more than that I remember the little radio in the garage would be on in those early summer evenings. Uecker's voice, my parents sitting on folding chairs and the feeling like the world is all in front of you are core memories of my youth. The Brewers were woven into that fabric. Over time, the baseball obviously went south, and the idea of going back to the WS seemed impossible at best. Even when Mark A bought the club and turned things around it seemed like the playoffs were the mountaintop.
So for me, the WS is a dream that was never really a dream. I'll be there Saturday evening, and I'll be carrying with me the memories of my Dad, my brother and more than a few others who were also bit by the bug. Despite living away from MKE, I've convinced my daughter to join me as a WI sports fan. I have no doubt I'll be thinking about that little radio, my pops and the time when Brewer baseball seemed more like Summerfest than a reason to believe they could be champions. But the difference between what the Brewers were, and what they are now, could not be more stark. This is a championship level club, and I'll let my hopes be high. The WS is a dream that had ceased to be a dream. I'm so grateful that this club let it be real.