Brett Farrey

I went to Friday’s game with my girlfriend, sister, and her boyfriend. He got the tickets from work so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but we had great tickets. Section 116, Row 9, Seat 15. We were actually slightly behind the net, but not enough to block our view of the hitters.

We left Madison around 4:00 and ended up getting to the stadium around 5:30, a little earlier than expected. I’m not sure what the temperature was exactly, but let’s just it was freezing outside. Of course, that didn’t stop any of the tailgaters grilling out and drinking, well, ice cold beer.

We got to the stadium much earlier than expected, so we decided to eat beforehand. We ended up going to “Fridays”, which was only about 15 minute wait. They sat us right in the window, so we ate some dinner and watched the players warm up. Dave Bush was throwing out in left field to a catcher standing up. I was right behind him, so it was interesting to watch the different types of balls he was throwing. Anyway, we left Fridays, grabbed some fresh roasted almonds, and got to our seats just in time for the first pitch.

Pitcher Dave Bush had me pretty worried in the beginning. It seemed like all of Arizona’s players were connecting, but most were going foul. I figured it was only a matter of time before someone got a hold of one. Unfortunately, that someone was left-hander Luis Gonzalez, who cranked one over the right field wall. Of course, some lucky Brewer fan got to throw the ball back onto the field. Thankfully, Bush got it together and pitched a pretty good game.

Weeks had a really nice triple that almost made it over the wall. It hit the wall only a few feet from the top. I guess I didn’t realize how fast Weeks was until I saw him fly around the bases for a triple.

I was a little dissapointed when I realized Billy Hall wasn’t in the lineup, and I never heard why. He, or anyone for that matter, could have hit the ball better than Prince Fiedler. Just by sheer dumb luck, he did get on base twice, but at his last at bat I noticed his average was still only .077. I’d bet money Robin Yount could come out of retirement and hit better than that.

Regardless of the dome, I was surprised to see almost 26,000 fans show up for the game. This older gentleman behind me was telling his son how he used to come to games years ago when the weather would be bad and there would sometimes only be around 500 people in the stands.

There was only thing that bothered me about the entire evening, and that was the drunks. I sometimes do my share of drinking at games, but I always try to respect the people around me, especially when children are present. To me, the hecklers are nothing more than bad comedians who are looking for a little attention.

Finally, at the top of the ninth, I hear someone say, “here he comes”, and in trots Turnbow. Everybody got to their feet and started applauding, the Metallica music start pumping through the stadium’s PA system, and everybody knew the game was won.

Oh yeah, the Bratwurst won.