I went to my first Brewer game in 1971. I’ve been die-hard since 1973. I remember attending a game in 1976 when the Brewers were still considered an expansion team and on their way to another 95-loss season, asking my dad when the Brewers would go to the World Series. His answer was “in 20 years”. I was in 11th grade during the 1982 post-season. I was on a state-ranked team entering the championship phase of our season, chasing down a conference championship and possible state berth. One only gets one shot at high school sports. So, way too much stimuli to absorb. Watched as much baseball as I could, but my attention was divided. I didn’t get to see any of Game 3, only the last half of Game 4, none of Game 6 after the rain delay (I also couldn’t the games in ’81). As a poor-but-proud sixteen-year-old, I didn’t have a lousy $20 for a souvenir World Series T-shirt. That has always stuck in my craw. I did attend Game 5 with my dad. I left that game thinking it was in the bag.
Now, I am able to appreciate this World Series even more. I understand the X’s and O’s of the game much more. Modern statistics help me follow the players better.
I will be at Game 1 with my wife. The cost was not an issue. I’ve years to mentally to prepare myself that “I will be there no matter what”. And yes, I bought my WS shirt the day after the pennant was secured. The next nine days will have my full attention.
What does this World Series mean to me? Other than my imminent retirement followed by world travel with my wife, a World Series title would make my life complete.