I’m a pretty lucky kid. I have a sister who kicks ass, but I was also born into a crazy, huge mess of a family. I think sometimes there are special people in your life that you know are going to stick by you no matter what and the best part for me is, we’re both best friends and family .. so I mean, I guess they’re kinda stuck with me. Today is my cousin Lynn’s birthday and I just wanted to take the time to write about how awesome she is. If you don’t know her, you’re really missing out because she’s definitely one super special person.
It started out, well.. that we were cousins, duh. But we both have sisters and they are really close in age, so they would walk to school together, leaving little old me in the dust. Instead of me feeling like the baby of the group (which I am anyway) Lynn and I would walk to school together every morning .. and boy did I feel cool. She would always let me cross in the middle of the block instead of waiting to get to the crossing guard – super ultra badass for a kindergartner.
As we grew up, Lynn has always been there for me and made sure I was included with all of the older kids even though I was probably the pesky little cousin. She let me come to her 16th birthday and play flour power, watch scary movies but my all time favorite was watching Vegas Vacation on repeat. I eventually got old and moved away to college, which sometimes seems like you live in your own little bubble.. but it didn’t matter, she still came to visit me (even in WAUKESHA!)
After graduation, I contemplated moving away but there’s always been this thing in Milwaukee I didn’t want to get away from.. my family. I know they’d love me no matter what, but the truth of it is, I love being around them. Until I was older, I never realized that not everyone in the world sees their family 3-4 times a week and that it wasn’t common practice to just stop in at your aunt’s house and be invited to stay for dinner or to chat for hours in the kitchen. I don’t really care what anyone thinks about me being a “homebody” or how lame it is that I moved back to my comfort zone when I graduated college because these people love me and always will.
So here’s to you Lynnie. You’ve always been one of the most compassionate, sweetest, lovable people I know and you always will be my best friend. Love you!
Yesterday I watched a team take a game to the bottom of the ninth with a 4-run lead and lose.. this must mean that the Brewers season is upon us once again! (I feel as though I have every right to hate on their poor performance yesterday seeing as I have stood by the team since the time I was old enough to know what baseball was.. which in my opinion was probably like when I was 2, I think Milwaukee runs in my blood or something like that..) At any rate, it is my most favored season year-round. Now, I would’ve thought that when I came to college that all of my friends would be die-hard fans like I am for ALL sports, not just baseball.. boy was I wrong. Most of my friends couldn’t care less about listening to me babble on and on and on about “useless” things like how I live for wearing my rally cap and screaming at the TV when Ricki Weeks commits yet another error.. they don’t even blink an eye! So I thought I would take the time to think about all of the things I LOVE about baseball and all of the reasons everyone should love not only the Brew Crew but America’s best sport EVER.
1. Miller Park. It still gives me chills every time I drive past and see that b-e-autiful stadium with the lights so bright you could get a tan and thousands of drunk, brew crew fans. *sigh*
2. TAILGATING. Whether you love sports or not, there is nothing better than getting a whole bunch of friends together and combining the greatest things in the world: Drinking outdoors and Grilling. What more could you ask for?
3. Cheering for someone who is better at something than you. Get your pride out of the way, and realize that Hey! These kids are pretty good at what they do! Nothing boggles my mind more than to think about how young most of the players are and they are cranking out home runs like hitting a ball 400 feet is no big deal. It is a big deal, so I’ll support that. You’re Awesome.
4. Baseball signifies that summertime is just around the corner. Being from Wisconsin, this is an important one for me. Seeing as it’s the beginning of April and the temperature is still 43 degrees outside — I now have hope that the sun will soon be beating down on me as I sweat watching the Crew take it down the very last pitch.
5. The excitement, the fun, those cliff-hanger moments that you convince yourself you could pitch better than someone who is getting paid $8 million. It’s for those moments that you just want to scream out loud when someone drops the ball or when you jump out of your seat because someone just sent a junk ball yard and you never saw it coming. Just typing this is giving me the goosebumps!
So maybe I’ve convinced you, or maybe I haven’t.. either way I’m jacked for some baseball! See you in September Brew Crew. Meet ya at the ‘ship!