So my brother and I went to the game last night. I would just like to point out that it was the most insane/embarrassing/frustrating/fantastic game I think I've been to at Miller Park. And I was mostly sober. Here is a short-ish rundown:
Pre-game: We arrive, drink a few beers, and some dude comes up and talked us into buying a t-shirt that he was carrying in a bag. It is well worth it. But I'm not going to give away what it says, because I'm going to unveil it at Shit in my eye this weekend. I'm hoping I don't need to wear a collared shirt at the golf course.
Pre-game in Miller Park: We arrive to our seats. Which are the last two seats, at the end of the row, in the last row, right on the 1st base line, above the foul pole. Perfect. Seats. As long as you enjoy being 7,000 feet above the field. Which I do. To quote my brother, "You aren't allowed to buy tickets anymore." At Game 3 of the NLDS last year, we sat in the top row behind home plate.
We sat, talked shit, drank some beers, and then started to get a queasy feeling. We both realized that we had seen about 100 or so people come up into our section, and less than 5% of people were wearing Brewer gear. What. The. Fuck? I'm not exaggerating at all to say that if there were 200 people in our section, there were 10 Brewer fans. We talked to a FIB next to us who said they were on a bus trip with 150 people. They were all fucked up beyond repair. And they were FIBs which means they had like 2 beers and a wine cooler.
2nd inning: We look to our left to see a huge ball of people rolling down the stairs and swinging fists. There were between 5 and 7 people in this pile. Probably one Brewer fan. And everyone was hitting eachother. There was definitely FIB on FIB crime. About 100 police officers start coming from nowhere and are yanking people out. In all, I'm going to estimate there were 15 ejections at that point. Oh, and our section was cut off from alcohol.
3rd inning: We see a cop with a mohawk semi-carrying this chick out of the stadium. Cub fan. And her FIB boyfriend didn't like it. He soon found out that putting your hand on a City of Milwaukee police officer is a bad idea. Within 2 seconds of that guy putting his hands on Officer Mohawk. There were like officers belaying down from the fucking ceiling and shit. I have no idea where they came from, but that guy was lucky if he didn't end up in the hospital. The guy deserved every bit of police brutality that may or may not have been going on about 100 feet from us. It was awesome. At least 3 or 4 others were also ejected along with this asshat and his drunken FIB whore.
Things generally calmed down after that due to the large police presence in our section afterwards. And the security guard that looked exactly like Ken Macha.
Numerous FIBs were passing out. Acting like they won the World Series when they cut the lead to 3-2. I guess in Illinois being down a run is just as good as leading.
7th inning: Counsell opens a can of ass kick on a Ryan Dempster pitch for his only home run in the next season and a half. Braun follows it up with a fucking bomb. Suddenly the stadium is 1/4 empty (although to be fair, about 4 FIBs from our section left every inning from the first on because they were so shitfaced on their Jack Daniel's paradise punches.) 4 runs later, the stadium is half empty.
On our way out, we saw two chicks soaked in booze in hand cuffs. C-c-c-c-cat fight!
This was just a totally awkward experience. Walking around at a home game, and being relieved and excited to see a Brewer fan. It felt like the game was a road game, and you are happy to run into a fellow fan. It was louder in the stadium when the Cubs did something good. I'm a little pissed about it and I don't really understand it. We sell out games all the time. Why is it that Cubs fans get their grubby little meat beaters on at least half the tickets to every game at Miller Park? Are Brewers fans selling them all on the secondary market? Are FIBs faster on the internets? Are Brewer fans just too casual about when they buy tickets, and Cubs fans are waiting for the clock to strike 12 on the date tickets go on sale? I just don't get it. And as interesting as it made things, it was also pretty unfortunate.
Moral of the story: FIBs are assholes and should die.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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