"After losing 10 in a row, 1 game is a winning streak."

Today I attended the Brewer's game armed with all the essentials: all the necessary fixins for "salad in a glass" (more commonly known as bloody marys), beer, burgers, front row seats at the club level, a premier parking pass (we could have only parked closer if we had actually parked on the field), a karaoke machine complete with microphone for "making important announcements", and the company of three of the greatest people you will ever know. Yes, this had the makings of a great day.

10:15 am: Brent, Jenny, Patrick, and myself depart for Miller Park

10:30 am: Discover that express parking is not so "express" when you have to drive all the way around to get in, but are delighted to discover that we get to park literally 100 feet from the entrance.

10:33 am: Jennifer, Brent, and myself begin drinking our daily servings of vegetables while Pat starts in on the PBR.

10:40 am: The grill gets fired up and the burgers are cookin'.

10:50 am: Brent discovers the karaoke machine has a microphone and all hell breaks loose.

11:00 am: We begin to discover that everyone else is parking on the other side of the parking lot. We decide to take it personally. Brent uses the microphone to ensure them that we "do not bite and would like them to be our friends."

11:15 am: We decide that having a microphone warrants us to claiming that we have our own radio show. Because of this AM 1590 WHUU "the WU" is born, complete with DJ Delightful, who you all may know more commonly as my brother.

11:30 am: Some brave people take the plunge and decide it just might be safe to park next to us. They discover it's not when we immediately offer them free bloody mary's.

11:35 am: Stan from the brave car next to us is hired on as the meteorologist for WHUU. Like any good weatherman, all of his predictions are false.

11:40 am: We realize that our radio show reaches a solid fifty people. We are happy with the numbers but hope for a broader listening base on our next Brewer's excursion

Like any good radio show, our radio show included special segments and whacky promotions. My personal favorite segment was "drunken voicemails from grandma". Pretty self-explanatory. Our whacky promotions included Brent offering Bloody Mary's and free air time on our radio show in exchange for goods and services.

Phrases like "I'll give you a bloody mary if you hit my sister with a wet pickle" and "15 minutes of airtime on our radio show if you give us your big umbrella" are born.

The rest of our tailgating time is spent sitting in the rain pretending we have our own radio show (the show had to be temporarily moved to underneath the table while consistently bothering all of the people walking past us with our amplified voices.

1 pm: We finally realize that it is time to venture into the game. Though we are only 100 feet from the entrance, we decide it is still necessary to take a "walkin' beer." Attempts to finish said walking beer before reaching the gates proves unsuccessful for most.

We finally enter the game, sit in our fabulous seats, and thoroughly enjoy ourselves as the Brewer's finally win a game. Details of the game itself can be accessed per personal request and if I feel like telling you.

The moral of this post you ask?

Any idiot can have a radio show if he's got a microphone and a ridiculous radio name.