Over the last few years it’s dawned on me that I hate the Milwaukee Brewers at least as much, if not more, as I hate the St. Louis Cardinals. This is an odd feeling for me, as, growing up, the Brewers were my AL team, and I spent many a weekend cheering on the Beloit Brewers, Milwaukee’s A ball affiliate.
But somewhere between Prince Fielder yanking his shirt out of his pants, Brewers fans constantly whining about Cubs fans taking over Miller Park, and Ryan Braun being Ryan Braun, I developed a deep and abiding distaste for the Milwaukee Brewers. Sure, I still curse the Cardinals every chance I get, but my hatred of the Cards is twinged with a grudging respect for their continued success. My hatred of the Brewers is twinged with disgust of their food, their music, and their hilarious devotion to known cheater Ryan Braun.
It doesn’t help that they’ve signed the best third baseman we’ve had in decades (grumble, grumble) or that Dale Sveum insists on bringing all his cheesehead buddies onto the Cubs’ coaching staff.
My point is that I’m hoping for a win and a fight tonight.