Day two started off with breakfast at the hotel. The morning was going to be busy as we needed to checkout of one hotel and check into another hotel. We also had to drop off a rental car. I got up early and hung out downstairs waiting for Tony.
When Tony came down he seemed a little distracted and disturbed. This was odd as we would be going to venture out and see his beloved Brewers play later on. It is a fact that Tony is the only living Brewers fan outside of Milwaukee that has never lived anywhere near Wisconsin. Think about it for a moment. Have you actually ever met a Brewer fan that didn’t come from that area?
I knew something was wrong because the night before Tony told me about his two goals for the day: One to get a free promotional Robin Yount bobble head doll for being one of the first three thousand fans walking through the gate, and two chasing his dream of getting the coveted foul ball. Yet he made no mention of his plans in the morning. As it turned out, the rental car company decided to overcharge Tony a considerable amount of funds.
After ten phone calls, and another trip back to the rental car facility, Tony was able to reclaim his pride and his money. Since we were short on time, we missed out on the commemorative Robin Yount doll. Since Tony had a rough day earlier and he missed out on getting the doll, I bought him the bomber style beer so he could cheer up. There is nothing sadder than seeing a grown man get upset after not getting a doll!
As expected the stadium was packed with Brewers fans stuffing their faces with sausages from the mid-west. Tony was excited to see them eat. His theory was simple. Stay light and be quick off the bat and he would have a good shot at out running the fans to the ball. Needless to say, Tony was disappointed in the Brewers losing to the Triple A Rangers, just as he was disappointed to not even have a foul ball come close enough to chase after.
The next item on the agenda was going to see an old friend, Scott. We have not seen Scott since our first year in college. We have actually had very little contact with Scott since the last time we saw him. Through Facebook, we were able to reconnect and plan to meet up with him later in the day. Scott picked a local sports bar for the festive reunion. When we arrived there were cops surrounding the entire place. Several questions came to mind: What kind of place was this? Why were there so many cops around, and was Scott the one being cuffed face down on the concrete? Luckily Scott was not the person being cuffed.
We listened to Scott tell his tale and the different shenanigans that has lead him through life. We haven’t seen Scott in twenty-two years and it was good to see we had not missed a beat. I enjoyed listening and telling stories of when we were younger, and the dumber things we would do without much thought or regard to consequences that might happen. Its always great to visit about the good old days! Each of us have taken our own path through life, but, it is always nice to know that through all these years we can still hang out, laugh and have a good time like we were sixteen again.
As the chicken wing pile grew higher and the beer ran out, it was time to call it a night. We had such a good time hanging out with old Scott that we lost track of time and realized that it was too late to catch the ASU game. Even though I would not be able to get my shirt from Sparky, I was happy that we got to see an old friend and have a great time. The only person we missed was Brett. Rumor has it that another Spring training trip is planned for the next year and Brett may be able to attend!
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