hello Cats and Kittens, it's your friendly, light-posting San Diego resident Brewers fan. Unfortunately for me, my brother, and cousin (who are in town for a craft beer conference), we actually paid money to attend that stinker of a game at PETCO Park yesterday. About 15,000 other people did too, although I'm willing to wager barely more than a third of them actually came through the turnstiles.

Speaking of turnstiles, as we were entering the stadium before yesterday's game, my cousin (who was behind me) says "There's Trevor Hoffman." I of course look up at the pictures of players hanging from light poles, and say something like "Of course they have a picture of him. He's a legend here!" My cousin then says "No... the guy who just walked through the turnstile.... that's Trevor Hoffman." Already having a couple of beers in me, my response was the rather articulate "Holy shit... that IS Trevor Hoffman!" Mr. Hoffman, having heard me, turned around and gives me a little wave. After getting through the turnstile, I jog over to him and shake his hand and blather something to the effect of "Congratulations on your 601." I guess I should've asked him why in the world he was coming through the turnstile like us common folk, and not through the VIP entrance a few steps away. I mean, Trevor doesn't get his tickets comped?

So I'd love to expunge the memory of the ballgame from my brain, but at least there was SOMETHING worth remembering that happened. Hopefully when I see the Brewers at Dodger Stadium on Memorial Day they'll play a little better and, you know, not lose to Jeff Suppan.