A trade that shook the foundation of Milwaukee. I remember it well. Loved having Ray Allen on the Milwaukee Bucks... [embed]http://https://youtu.be/x_9nCwmbbMI[/embed]
Movement In The Midwest
http://youtu.be/0juL48_S4Lw A short film in Wisconsin with the inspiration of Dr. Seuss.
Milwaukee, Wisconsin: Holiday and Culture
The combination of a mother who doesn’t think I eat enough and the culture that is (most of) Wisconsin has created the perfect storm of complete and total over fucking indulgence… I wish I didn’t drop an F-bomb right there but I needed it for emphasis.
Quick backstory - I left Wisconsin and moved to Los Angeles to find a career, or really any job in the entertainment industry. It took a while to figure out what the hell I was doing and I’ve often wondered if I should have prepped myself a bit more before I blindly moved. The truth is: a) nothing can “prepare” you for a move to LA and b) The other part to why I moved so quickly was because of the lifestyle I was living.
I was drinking and eating as though it was the final days of the world. A glutton who lay on a bed and was served s’mores dipped in grease and then deep fried then wrapped in cheese while I washed it down with a Keystone Light. Okay, no, not really, but almost really. I was eating but mainly because I was drinking so much, and yes, it was Keystone. Of course I was drinking so much – I was in college and this was Wisconsin.
To honestly understand the culture is to live in the Midwest, it’s difficult to express if you don’t experience it. During my early 20’s in Milwaukee I may have spent more days blacked out than I did coherent, and it felt okay, not because it was okay but because I was just one of many doing it. I thought that’s how college was but actually it’s how Milwaukee was.
Wait, am I talking about Milwaukee or having a mini intervention right now?
At some point I knew I wanted to move and I also knew I needed to stop living how I was living. I imagined my liver probably was that of a 75-year-old man and my brain was becoming deformed. So I booked it to Los Angeles and started doing coke… KIDDING. I chilled out and essentially continued on with my life in a culture that I preferred.
Over the last 7 years or so I’ve come to appreciate Milwaukee for all the things that I missed while I lived here, which is standard protocol for just about anyone who returns to somewhere. It took me a minute to realize that the culture is more than just getting black out drunk. Having said that… Drinking is still a MASSIVE part of Milwaukee and there is no getting around that.
Regardless - it’s holiday season 2012 and I’m back. I guess I’m a little wiser and I’m definitely older and I’m fully prepared to embrace the things I once couldn’t handle. The culture that I once was being tornadoed in is no more. It’s not as though I stopped drinking or something, it’s just that I’m aware of what the hell can happen to me, I’ve been down that road before.
Fuck it. Bring it on, Wisconsin. Bring on the Packers, Bucks, not the Brewers, the cold, the cold forcing me to stay inside and do nothing, the booze, and did I mention the Packers? This is a culture to embrace head on like you’re staring down a bull, and just like staring down a bull - if you’re able to coherently discuss it after it’s over, then you’ve succeeded.
Take Note And Vote
http://youtu.be/0mrxWwLmCks A video from my friend: Phil Calvert aka Philwaukee.
He's currently in Denmark. Originally from Wisconsin. This is a great message.
Milwaukee Brewers and Fair-Weather Memories
Truth be told – I’ve been checked out of baseball during my adult life longer than I’ve been checked in. I remember the days in Wisconsin when I’d wait for new baseball cards like I was waiting for a child to be birthed. My friends and I would go to the local police station and, for reasons unknown to me; they would always have the new Brewer cards.
I think growing up during the late 80’s – early 90’s it was still kind of kid mandatory to enjoy baseball, wait no… to love baseball. Our parents were coming off the days of sandlot pick up games and being fans of old school traditional players so it’s to be expected that their tradition was passed along to us. Also growing up in a smaller city and community put more pressure to love your hometown team like you were actually helping them win – the ultimate fan.
…And for a hiccup of time, I was the ultimate Milwaukee Brewers fan.
Over time, I faded from my baseball love and started to like other teams, it didn’t help that the Brewers were seemingly a terrible team ever year and I was more interested in doing anything else than watching them. It also didn’t help that Brett Favre joined the Packers and took over Wisconsin in about 5 minutes, Wisconsin and myself suddenly became complete and totally football by 1997 - it was as if I had forgotten to be a Brewers fan.
This past weekend, and 14 years later, The Brewers were 2 games away from reaching the World Series and something crazy happened… I was rooting for them again. Wait! Before you say what I know you’re going to say:
Yeah, you were cheering because they were winning….
Yeah that’s true, but that’s not the point, the point is I was a Brewers fan and it felt damn good. Well, it always feels good when what you like is doing well. Regardless of my fair-weather fandom I had a wave of old Brewers memories rush to me like I was a kid again. This past weekend while the Brewers were getting bounced form the Playoffs by the cardinals I took a moment to reflect on my past memories/ moments of The Brewers over the past 20+ years, and why they were so awesome…
Robin’s Yount 3,000th hit: I was at this game and the Dude rode a motorcycle on the field with that huge stalker mustache. Who could get away with that now?
Paul Molitor doing anything: Sure he was coked up all the time but he was still a great player and watching him and Yount doing their thing was like Barry Bonds and Bobby Bonilla minus the Homeruns and … er…. That’s it.
County Stadium: I loved this place. This stadium had such a blue-collar beer drinking vibe to it with so much history they had to go and tear it down. Seriously, this place had an area called “Vaughn’s Valley” Where Greg Vaughn would jack home runs every day and everyone would celebrate by throwing beer into their mouths.
Miller Park: Lots to remember of Miller Park in its short history. For starters the fact that a huge blue crane fell on it, which ultimately delayed the completion by about 2 years but more importantly it took the lives of 3 workers.
This stadium was a big change from County Stadium because it had the retractable roof. I remember sitting with my Dad long after a Brewers vs Cubs game waiting - we caught wind that they were going to close the roof… this was both the first time either one of us saw a roof close on a stadium.
Bernie Brewer: The Mascot… the lame Mascot.
Mark McGuire batting practice: What does this have to do with The Milwaukee Brewers? Nothing really, but a group of my friend stood in the Miller Park parking lot while McGuire was juiced up on steroids during his record season. The guy literally hit balls out of the stadium – it was insane.
Tailgating: What good is anything in Milwaukee without tailgating? This actually is my favorite part of games – drink – hang – drink – eat – drink – talk – drink – and forget why you’re in the stadium parking lot.
Bob Uecker: The Uecks! I think he’s still the play by play guy for the Brew Crew. Either way having Bob do play by play always made me feel like we had a celebrity announcing the game and at any given moment he would introduce Wild Thing Ricky Vaughn. Which reminds me….
Major League: Shot at Country Stadium, Milwaukee’s 11th claim to fame.
That Logo: Find me a more brilliant logo than the one above. You can’t.
The 2011 Brewers: The team that almost got me back into baseball.
I’m extremely happy for The Brewers and for the memories, and to all you fair-weather fans like myself…. Hope to see you next season.