There’s nothing quite as American as tailgating at a baseball game. And even though I’ve been an American all of my life, and have lived remarkably close to a baseball stadium, I don’t think I’ve tailgated more than twice, and not in the past eight or so years. So, when my friend suggested we go tailgating at a Brewers game, I was definitely in. A few years back I followed the Brewers like a good dedicated Wisconsinite. However, at the end of the tumultuous, wonderful season, a handful of my beloved players were traded, and out of spite I stopped watching. Though I haven’t been as dedicated, I still like to see how they’re doing, and occasionally watch a game.
Going to a game, though, is a hundred times better. The crowd gets you all riled up. I love singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” and “Roll Out the Barrel” at halftime. I love the Sausage Race (even though I missed it this time around!) during the 6th. I love seeing my favorite players (Lucroy, Counsel, and, of course, Braun) go up to bat. There’s a fantastic energy in the stadium that can’t be duplicated at home.
And, of course, tailgating is a plus.
We were super awesome tailgaters. Not only did we (and by “we,” I mean my friend’s boyfriend) cook a billion brats (previously cooked in onions and beer (of course)) and burgers, we had grilled beans and asparagus (fancy AND healthy…ish)m, German potato salad, bacon ranch pasta salad, lime taco chips, and strawberry-garnished mini cupcakes. And, obviously, large amounts of hard cider, wine coolers, and good ol’ beer.
It was a fantastic night out. The weather was good, the food was good, the company was good. And the Brewers won 4-0! Success! If you ever visit Milwaukee (or if you live here!) you have to check out a Brewers game, and you must tailgate, to get the whole experience!
Any great tailgating/baseball stories? Did you catch Fielder’s home run ball? Did you get hit by Fielder’s home run ball and then the jerk behind you got to catch it? Let me know in the comments!
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