Join Waukesha resident Brien Lee and his blog, Sir Fido, as they explore the city and report on the interesting things they find.
There's no way we could have made it to the Indians / Angels baseball game tonight with the weather the way it was. Forty-five slushy miles between leaving work at 5:00, picking up the kids, parking and buying tickets before a 6:00 game. It just wasn't happening. As fate would have it, my company and surrounding neighborhood in Milw. lost power so I was able to leave an hour early. Just the right amount of time to get home, shovel the walk, eat something and leave for the game.
Eight dollars to park and ten to get in, we were three of 16,375 that had a great time. Confining all of us to the lower boxes and loge box seats not only kept the mess to a minimum but was a more friendly atmosphere. I couldn't believe the "wave" could be so much fun. The last time I checked, the wave was one speed, one direction. Tonight we waved fast, we waved slow, we changed direction. It looked to me like 99% of the people in the stadium were doing it and we were LauGHing Out loUD. The game may have been low scoring but all were having a great time.
As luck would have it, our section was awarded the door prize and a bunch of people showered us with pins, rings, balloons, streamers and tee shirts. I didn't understand how we won it, maybe we were the best behaved, but it was fun.
Other things we saw: The Italian won the sausage race. Three bats shattered. Bernie Brewer launched hot dogs into the stands - two of them disintegrating in midflight.
The view was great from the cheap seats.
