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I had some feelings about Jonathan Lucroy being traded that I didn’t even know that I had so I wrote about it at Milwaukee Record.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be an Indian or a…something else. He definitely wasn’t supposed to be a Brewer and he definitely wasn’t supposed to be on deck, but there he was. Suddenly, Broxton’s at-bat took on a whole new level of importance as the crowd went from tepid indifference to wanting to see the guy on deck get his chance.

I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. You should read it.

The hard part about seeing your kid every other weekend is not the long amount of time between visits, – although that also sucks – but the five minutes, the tiny of amount of time before you drop them off or they get picked up. It’s a deep, brief feeling of absolute dread. That this is over and that it will be awhile before it happens again. It may never happen again for all you know and the part of your kid’s life where you have a direct influence on is over. For now. It’s like breaking up with your kid and you don’t know if you’ll ever get back together again, every damn time. You know that you will, you say that you will; but it really doesn’t feel like you will. It sucks.

When I was a kid this happened to me. I lived with my dad full-time and saw my mom sometimes. I can remember leaving her place and thinking I’d see her again soon, but I also remember her crying. It seems like she always cried when I left. I would tell her it was okay and that I’d be back soon, but she still cried. I never understood why. (more…)

When I moved to Seattle way back in 2001, I decided that I wanted to be a Seattle everything fan because I was never going to leave and this was my home now. That didn’t exactly end up happening that way and I was gone by the end of 2002. I moved away, have never returned since and the only vestige left from my time there is my fandom of the Seattle sports teams. The Sonics left, I realized football was the worst thing on earth and all that is left is the Seattle Mariners. They’ve been pretty bad since I left, the Brewers were good, I had a Brewers blog that ended up making me sick of baseball for a couple of years and I kind of forgot about them for awhile.

Until last season when I decided to try out the MLB At-Bat app and started listening to games on my days off. (more…)

Father’s day has come and gone and I didn’t do anything with Nolan. We didn’t because working sucks and some people aren’t as thoughtful as I would like them to be and who cares because it is what it is. It’s all good and fine. It’s fine because as a parent who only sees their kid every other week, it’s pretty much father’s day every time he comes to visit. We get to do all the fun stuff and never have to worry about the day-to-day minutia and bullshit. He never gets sick of me telling him what to do and I never get sick of him being a dumb kid. It’s great and I’m done dwelling on how the dumb Hallmark holiday should have went.

Anyway, here’s a pretty good thing I wrote at Miller Park Drunk a few years ago about Father’s Day that I didn’t want to lose. (more…)