Boys of (Late) Summer

That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.

The Brewers just had one hell of a game against the St. Louis Cardinals; they trounced the redbirds by fifteen runs. The final score was 18 to 3. Well, at least the Cardinals didn’t completely embarrass themselves, but Yadier Molina should definitely learn to keep his damn fool mouth shut, lest he end up getting popped in the lip while giving lip. But that’s just me.

It’s been over a year since I’ve stepped foot in Fox Cities Stadium to catch a Timber Rattlers game. I miss it. Dear Primus, do I ever miss it.

I miss baseball. I truly do. Listening to the Brewers on the radio helps but I’m not there. I’m not in the stands, cheering. I’m not bugging Prime to go grab me a souvenir soda. I’m not able to walk into the team store and buy a pin. I might be with my Brewers, but I’m not there.

But I’m lucky in one regard. The Timber Rattlers never had the chance to play even one game. That stadium has been shuttered since last autumn, only opening for events in the Fox Club.

Those have dried up as well. Large gatherings are not a good idea. The virus spreads too quickly.

I’m forced to wonder: will things ever be normal again? Will we be able to go to a baseball game in the future? Will BotCon happen next year? Will I be able to hug my friends again?

I don’t know. Nobody knows. The future is extremely uncertain now.

I don’t know if things will ever be normal again.