Last night we braved the heat to go see the Brewers play the Jays. Oh, who am I kidding? We slogged out to the game in Godforsaken sticky heat so C-man and his fellow Yankees could walk around Miller Park prior to the game. The annual pilgrimage around for a hat full of Miller Park dirt was made. And they were so happy. Beerman walked with them this year, playing the role of chief cat herder.
It being a 7:10 start time, 95 degrees, and the first day of summer camp, we left after the sausage race. But we got C-man a ball holder for this year's game ball, and I got my Brewers tube socks I'd been coveting. Such good, happy times. I love summer.