We headed to the Brewers game tonight. Swine flu fears be damned, the place was sold out. 42,000+ people watched the Brewers lose lose lose. And it wasn’t the losing that made me think of the Cubs. The crowd was 20-somethings, drunk and overly dressed in Brewers gear. They were polite drunks for the most part. The wave was started by two enthusiastic guys, but by 3 sections over, the crowd was too cool to raise their arms. There were a lot of kids running around. Kids as in 22 year olds and kids as in 7 year olds. We only brought 2. The “5 County 5 game” promotion increased the number of families, I would assume. Half price seats means that it is easier to bring twice as many kids, right? These are 5 days to make up for the 360 days in which every taxable good costs more to pay for Miller Park. Despite saving $56 over our 4 seats, I am not convinced I came out ahead. And I am not even opposed to taxes as a political, theoretical or rational position.
The game was a tough one. The sort of plays that make baseball hard for me to enjoy. Bernie Brewer did not slide to celebrate home runs. Henry and I missed the Diamondbacks spectacular half inning, and it frustrates me to have all of the action compressed into 10 minutes. And we lost.
I think I would have enjoyed the game more if the concessions were better marked or more evenly distributed. We had to walk forever far away to find nachos and cotton candy. And we couldn’t find soft pretzels, despite seeing people in the crowd eating them. I suppose the marketing and placement of food matters less when your crowd is drinking. It still irked me and I think I drove a nice woman at the closest concession stand crazy by approaching her stand 3 times to ask for food she didn’t sell.
After the game, as we sat in the parking lot and inched our way onto 94, Miranda thought we should rank the evening high, middle or low. On a scale of 3, Rob and I chose high. Miranda and Henry chose middle. The game felt long and all the cotton candy Mom can buy won’t fix that.