Sunday morning my parents, Ben and I headed down to Milwaukee to see the Brewers DESTROY the Braves.
This was a particularly fun excursion because it was my mom’s very first Major League Baseball game. She wanted to experience it all, including the tailgating. Because we are who we are, our wild and crazy tailgate consisted of 4 camping chairs, bottles of water and Milio’s subs. The look on my mom’s face was priceless as she saw grill after grill of brats, hamburgers and whatever else a good ‘Sconnie can think to grill up. Not to mention the copious amounts of beer. OY! The beer! Well it IS a Brewer game. I was going to take a picture of us tailgating but as my mom said, “Nah, ours is sort of pathetic…”
After we packed away our tabouli and hummus (Yes. Really.) we headed into the ball park. If you haven’t had the joy of attending a game at Miller Park do yourself a favor and put it on your “Things To Do Before I Die” list. It’s a gorgeous stadium and our seats were awesome!
The only downfall was that the sun was shining right on us. If I was an ant, I would have died. It was, most likely, the closest to sitting on the surface of the sun I will ever get. Serengeti Desert has NOTHING on our seats that day. India? Freezing.
See my healthy glow? Glow my ass… that was SWEAT! Lots and lots of sweat.
In fact the sun was so strong my mother finally gave in and fulfilled a 30 year fantasy of my father’s. He finally got to buy her a baseball hat. Which she wore! Even Fashionista Ben said, “Grandma, you look so cute!”
Speaking of that sweet boy, he recently decided that the third baseman, Bill Hall, is his favorite player. He sent him a fan letter and made my mom walk all over the stadium (and therefore missing at least 2 innings) to find this shirt…
For someone that doesn’t follow baseball you might not know but good ol Billy Hall has had a tough year. That’s putting it quite mildly. Let’s just say that I’m fairly certain my boy was the only one (save for Bill’s mother) of the 43,000 fans wearing a number 2 shirt that day. Just one of the many reasons I love my kid. He roots of the underdog.
Which is good because the Brewers got creamed on Sunday. But you wouldn’t know it by these happy faces.
I’m thrilled my mom loved the game because we are going again with my sister-in-law and her whole die-hard-tailgating-for-four-hours-before-the-game family on August 16th!
And it’s a good thing she now has a hat!
