I know that we played the Pittsburgh Pirates again but don't worry folks - I won't talk about pillaging, plundering or dirty pirate hookers. Although I could go for a little booty right about now. Yeeeeeee-aaaaaarrrrrghhh!!!! Avast her panties! God damn do I have some serious problems. I need to get a girlfriend, a nice Catholic girl, so that I will get back on the straight and narrow path towards righteousness. I do need to get back on the right path because I had one hell of a weekend that I can only remember because of my Twitter account. Saturday was my cousin Susie's fiancee Curtis' Bachelor Party. Here are a couple of tweets to help you get into the spirit (although booze probably helps a ton): On the party bus drinking backpack rum, on the way to some drunken debauchery. #CurtisBachelorParty Just played a $1 slot machine and won $82 doll hairs! Just like that! No effort! Casinos rule! #CurtisBachelorParty. I'm getting more action from the air conditioner than I am from the girl on the stage. You've got to be kidding me. #CurtisBachelorParty. That doesn't even to begin to describe the night but I spent the whole next day (Sunday) trying to recover from it despite having to work the game at Miller Park. Even though we won 12-8 I couldn't stand being there because I felt awful. The game dragged on for hours and all I wanted to do is sleep off my hangover that started hitting me about 2pm, which I figure was delayed because I was still drunk when I woke up that morning. Seriously man, I blacked out the night before and it wasn't until a few days later where I heard stories of what happened. Ha ha ha. Classic. So that's all that I remember (or don't remember?) of this Labor Day Weekend series with the Pirates.
Friday August 31 - Sunday September 2. Milwaukee Brewers vs Pittsburgh Pirates at Miller Park. Games 131 - 133 of 162. This past weekend feels like it was so long ago. So much to the point that I don't really remember it. That seems to be my thing over the weekend. This was my weekend that I don't remember to remember forever. Epic man. I know I was at the game working on Friday but I even looked through the box score and I don't recognize anything familiar. But I know they won 9-3. Saturday I don't even know where I was, but according to my Twitter account @pookondotcom, I had one hell of a time at Curtis' Bachelor Party. Apparently Corey Hart hit a walkoff homerun or something. I remember Sunday but only because of how awful it was. I felt like I was dying and I very much could have been going through my own personal hell. The game seemed to last forever even though it was 3 1/2 hours long. But I couldn't handle it and must have looked like a complete waste of space out there. Oh well. That's over. We're back to 3 games under .500 and surprisingly only 6 1/2 games back of the wildcard. While many people hopped back on the bandwagon I'm gonna hold my position I've had all year. My eyes and brain overtake what my heart wants to feel. It's just not our year man. Brewers 9, Pirates 3. Brewers 3, Pirates 2. Brewers 12, Pirates 8.
I don't really remember any of these games either. I think I'm sensing a common theme here, only this series wasn't booze related. In a matter of happenstance or coincidence I found a place to live and after a little over a year, I moved out of my Mother's house. Obviously I was busy over the past weekend blacking out so Labor Day (when everyone else takes the day off for one last hurrah before summer is over) I was working hard carrying couches and boxes up the stairs. It was a total blast and I loved every minute of it. Bullshit. Who loves moving? Moving sucks balls. I don't even know why I keep doing it every single year. Once of these days I'll plant my roots somewhere and grow my own family tree but that idea is still pretty far away. I listed to the games on the radio when I could but for the most part I was busy all week moving stuff. Because of my 9-5 job and being busy on the weekends, I could only move a load from my Dad's house from 6-8 after work and for the most part I was moving everything myself. Thanks to Dad, Brian, Jenny and Mom for their help if they end up reading this and think that I screwed them out of some of the credit. So I apologize if I don't recall any of the details from these games except for the box scores but for me it was business as usual in the 2012 season - life comes first, Brewers baseball is now secondary. I still care about my team and I love them to pieces, but the biggest of hugs are now reserved for the people that I care about the most, not 25 men who don't give a shit about me and will never be there to help me out in my time of need except to offer a distraction. So I for about a week here I lost track of the team but I'm sure that someone out there (what was his name... Jesus?) will forgive me for it. I promise I'll be here the rest of September to half pay attention to this team while I'm trying to put my life back together.
Monday September 3 - Thursday September 6. Milwaukee Brewers vs Miami Marlins at Marlins Park. Games 134 - 137 of 162. For everyone who has always been on the playoffs bandwagon or has recently jumped back on, this series should tell you why they aren't going to make it. Pitching and defense doomed them in Game 1. Game 2 was a very nice all around game, but I'd like to see our starters go deeper than 5-6 innings. In Game 3 the bullpen tried to take away Wily Peralta's 1st major league victory much like they did for Mark Rogers a few times. But somehow they pulled through. And then in Game 4 they lacked clutch hitting and went 0 for 7 with runners in scoring position. Each game was completely different. And therein lies the problem with the 2012 Brewers - lack of consistency. They came so close as to be 2 games under .500 (for the first time since mid May) and are 7 games back in the Wild Card with 25 games left to play. Look, I understand we're not technically out of it, but it's tough to expect us to continue this recent hot streak while also expecting the teams in front of us (Arizona, LA, Pittsburgh, St. Louis, Atlanta) to all go cold at the same time. It's like the classic Lloyd Christmas "So you're telling me there's a chance!" after all that "One in a million talk." It's not likely to happen man. Especially considering the 2012 Brewers. Marlins 7, Brewers 3. Brewers 8, Marlins 4. Brewers 8, Marlins 5. Marlins 6, Brewers 2.
It's really nice to be back around .500 for some reason. I don't get get why being average is so important to me but I don't want them to have a losing record at the end of the season. When they were at their lowest point which I think is around 12 games under, I was more of a Reck than usual because all seemed to be lost with no chance of being found. But look! Here we are climbing back towards respectability and making a name for ourselves along the way. Sure we may hit a couple of bumps along the way but then who doesn't? The best part about grade school fieldtrips was sitting in the back of the yellow school bus and going over bumps. Since those sumbitches didn't have seatbelts sometimes you could literally fly right out of your seat. It was always a mad dash to get on of the few seats back there and I remember on several vacations stepping off the bus nauseated because my stomach just went for a wicked ride from St. Catherine's to the Pumpkin Farm. I wish everything in life could be that simple and pure but that's not the way that life looks when you grow up and let things take you down. When you got sick from the bumps on the bus as a kid you thought it was the sweetest thing ever. When you get sick as an adult you feel like you are going through hell. Funny how things change. And things will continue to change for me and the Brewers as we continue along this ride that is the 2012 Season. Next up? A really tough week against the Cardinals and the Braves, the 2 teams that are currently holding possession of the 2 NL Wildcard spots. This would be a really good opportunity to make up some ground.
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