As the final firework turned to smoke following Trevor Hoffman's escape last evening, I attempted to use the video feature on my new phone in order to share the moment with my 5 year old son. Unfortunately, I am too stupid to operate modern technology and after realizing this, I had to hustle to catch up to my buddies, already high-stepping down the stairwell.

I strolled briskly past the suite level exit and found myself shoulder to shoulder with an exiting Doug Melvin. Not one to over-think a situation, I immediately bumped my shoulder into his and said: "Great game, big win tonight, sir." His face, sullen and tired, did not brighten. His reply was: "None of them are easy." He appeared preoccupied and none too excited for this fan interaction opportunity, but he was polite nonetheless. I threw in: "Thanks for what you do here. We've waited a long time for a winner. We enjoy every game." He mumbled something unintelligible and I surged ahead to catch up with my friends.

I feel like I could have done better with my chance meeting. For the record I was sober as Malcolm X, so I cannot claim lack of lucidity. I am normally prone to absurd faux pas and socially inappropriate comments, so my polite nature can only be explained by my love for the Brewers and the fact that, at age 34, I had waited for the full 26 years for success. I guess I am giving Melvin a free pass for a year or two out of desperate graditude for the CC pick up and the Playoff appearance.

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