We’re here. We’re at Target Field cheering on the Brewers right now. It’s been a long time coming but I am loving every single moment.
Good news: I don’t recognize any of the umpires. If I had seen Tim Timmons or Angel Hernandez, I might have crapped my pants in sheer rage. (Both of them suck. Massively. Trust me on that.)
I don’t recognize these names. I hope that’s a good thing.
I have to be honest: I prefer the organist at American Family Field. Maybe I’m biased.
I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
Iacon East 