Change your shirt. Change the world.

My friend Graham scored some free tickets to the Brewers game from his boss. High five for high-powered attorney friends!

First we visited the Robin Yount statue (not pictured), and commemorated my Beethoven’s Fifth (cup of yogurt) T-shirt. This shirt was donated by one of the most influential people in my life, my journalism professor and friend Paul Salsini. If you’re looking for a fantastic summertime read you will NOT be disappointed by his book The Cielo, a novel of wartime Tuscany. Order it already!

Alright, let’s play some ball! Or at least take some pictures at the ballpark!

Jess lives the High Life

7th Inning Stretch: Beer Barrel Polka!

Yup, that's a diamond.

The Brewers ended up losing to the Rockies 8-3. And that’s fine, because I don’t really watch the game, anyway. It’s just a way to get away from thinking about grown-up stuff for awhile and enjoy the company of friends. Occasionally, you also cheer and/or boo, but that seems distantly secondary.

This post is dedicated to my grandpa, who took me and my brother to my first ever Brewers game. I think I must have been eight. I still remember it, it was against the Oakland A’s. I brought a plastic mitt I had in hopes of catching a foul ball. The Brewers lost that one, too. (Big surprise.)

My grandpa was the busiest person I’ve ever met. He couldn’t even sit still for 90 seconds, so I have no idea how he made it through 9 innings. But even though there was always more work to be done on the farm, he found time to drive us kids from the country to the Big City for our first ballgame. I can still picture him there with his beaming Cigelske smile and trademark laugh.

My grandpa died yesterday, and I will miss him a lot. I wish more than anything you could have been at the game with us today, Grandpa.