Dear Brewers: My, and probably more than few others, mental state for the rest of this holiday weekend rides on the events of the next 4.5 hours. Yes, my life is that pathetic. Just throw me a bone here. Please. If Sheeter loses to this orthodontic case study, I may have to take the rest of the night off to ponder the RLuz Conundrum; namely whether I should cheer for the Cubs or Cards this weekend. Or, given the appeal of that question, maybe I'll just consume Miller products until I'm near blindness, put on my Turnbow jersey and sporadically fire roman candles in random directions. I don't want to go there. I just don't. I unthinkingly put on my unlucky Brewers hat on the way out the door to my kid's soccer game last night. You know the hat. Purchase date: early evening, May 12, 2007. As soon as my hand left the brim last night, I saw a ball carom off Russell Branyan's glove. I turned off the TV and headed for the car. But I already knew. Ueck's call as we drove the half hour to the field was just confirmation. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise. I won't throw out the hat, and I won't defile it. Just win today, and I'll forgive you for your part in yesterday. I know I screwed up. I hope you forgive me, too.