White Trash Wednesdays
So apparently, other than my job interfering, there is a new reason for me to avoid Wednesday day games at Miller Park.
Children under the age of 14 are half-price. Cheap people take advantage. Thus, droves of barely supervised kids run amok, ruining my day.
Okay, so today, the Brewers losing their 3rd series in a row kinda ruined my day, too. But still. The kids didn’t help.
So I took my very well-behaved niece to the game instead of just having a boring day babysitting her at my house. We sat in Bernie’s Terrace (soooooo basically the last section, the most obstructions, overall terrible seats) because it wasn’t until yesterday afternoon I even decided going to the game would be a good idea.
I realize now that the cheapest seat in the house is not a place I ever want to be again.
Call me a snob. Call me….whatever you’d like. I don’t really care. But I’m sorry, I cannot be around that many unruly children at one time.
Oh, you don’t see a problem with your kids climbing up and down the seats? It’s totally acceptable for them to throw peanuts to get each other’s attention? Is that because you’re the only adult presence for the 9 kids you brought with you? Yes, why don’t you send the 10 year old to take the three 4 year olds to the bathroom–that seems responsible. And don’t forget to have a beer or two while you’re not paying attention to the kids you probably volunteered to take.
Meanwhile, little Piper watched the game (and cheered very loudly for her favorite Brewer Ryan Braun), asked politely for a snack, WALKED to and from our seats and when I told her she may pick out a souvenir from the Team Store, she didn’t get whiny or pout or cry when I told her she had to keep it under $20. She stayed out of other people’s ways, said please and thank you when she bought her soda and held my hand when she thought I was getting too far ahead of her.
Such a good little girl.
And I’m sure there were other obedient kids at the game. But I honestly did not encounter any of them. Which is a total shame. Because after 7 years of working at the zoo (and one bad day at Miller Park), I loathe being around other people’s children. Especially on days with discounts. It’s like bad parents come out of the woodwork and bring their equally bad, if not worse, children with them. And, hell, bring the neighbor’s horrible kiddies, too! Why not?
Sorry, I just had to get that out.
So the game. What’s there to say, really? Shaun Marcum pitched 3 innings, Brewers and Rays were tied at 2 for awhile and Marco Estrada gave up a 3 run homer or something? I don’t know. I had to pay attention to the kid I had in tow. We were shopping at the Team Store. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention after the 5th inning. Regardless of how it happened, the Brewers eventually lost 6-3. Piper and I were at Gillie’s getting custard when the game-ending text came my way.
Milwaukee has an off-day tomorrow to regroup. Or something. I don’t know. The Twins come to town Friday and, unfortunately, after that, the Brewers still have two more interleague series. On the road. In NYC. And Minnesota.
Probables for the weekend are Randy Wolf (5-4, 3.15) v. Scott Baker (5-4, 3.24), Yovani Gallardo (8-4, 4.11) v. Francisco Liriano (4-6, 4.59) and Chris “Narv Dog” Narveson (4-5, 4.55) v. Carl Pavano (5-5, 4.05). I’ll be going to Sunday’s game and as luck would have it, Narv Dog has won every game I’ve seen him start going back to September of 2009. At least I can’t remember him losing any. I could be totally glamorizing that statistic. (And I probably am.)
And, totally unrelated, but Albert Pujols is out for at least 4-6 weeks.
You mean…no! Prince Albert? Broken bones?? It can’t be! He’s infallible! Whatever will the Cardinals do? They can’t possibly have a replacement first baseman!
Oh. Wait. They have Lance Berkman. All-Star first baseman. Not too shabby of a hitter, either.
Yeah, great. Pujols got hurt. Can we PLEASE sto talking about it already???