Two weekends ago, Jon and I went to our first Brewer's game of the season! Two of Jon's cousins, Michael and Brian, also came with. It was good timing for a carefree and fun family outing since that week we had a rough week, learning about a college and band friend passing away. It was very shocking and Jon and I spent many hours discussing it. (On a side note, I am so thankful to have a husband that is always there for me and seems to have some sort of an answer for anything I ask. He was wonderful in answering questions about heaven and God's will.) But, again, it was a good change in that week to go to a wonderful Brewer's baseball game! I have been attending Brewer's games with my family since before I could remember. But, I do remember sitting outside of our old Volvo in the County Stadium parking lot with my parents, brother, and grandpa tailgating and growing in excitement for the upcoming game. Although I have never remembered any stats or many names of players, I love baseball! I have always loved being with family and going to games and yelling out the players names (those that I remembered, that is) and eating Twizzlers and Starburst. After County Stadium was torn down and Miller Park was built, I was sad that those early life memories were gone, but there has been so many wonderful new memories made at Miller Park!

I was really excited to show Brian and Michael, who are Twins fans...Miller Park and show off the Brewers. Even though the Brewer's had such a horrible home record, I was hoping they would pull off a win against the Mets while we were there. Well, not only did they pull off a win, but we saw a grand slam as well as a double home run. Before the game, we tailgated as usual grilling ballpark franks and Johnsonville Cheddarwursts with Ruffles chips, grapes and soda. Soon after, we went inside the stadium and walked around it exploring and watching warm-ups. Then, we took our seats a level up from the Mets dugout. From the beginning of the game, we were in the hot seat because we had about 5 foul balls come whizzing at us. I jumped for just about all of them to no avail. Apparently I've become braver as the years have gone on because Anders or my dad would always save me from those crazy balls in County Stadium. But we were lucky, Jon had been eating peanuts like it was going out style and he had a substantial peanut shell pile between his feet. Well, wouldn't you know, a ball came flying at us, I jumped, Jon ducked, and when he sat back up, he had the ball in his hand! The ball had bounced off the guys behind us and somehow landed in his peanut pile! I did not know this but was rather scrambling on the ground trying to find the ball that I knew was nearby. Jon was so cool, he just lifted his hand and said, "Oh, don't worry, I've got it," in the smoothest and calmest voice you could imagine as if it was no big deal. I love it! I excitedly hugged him and kissed his cheek, so maybe we kissed on TV...we'll never know. But, Jon now has his own Brewer's ball that he has by his desk with his ticket.

The Brewer's ended up winning the game and it was a great night! But, it wasn't all over yet. On our way home, we stopped at a favorite restaurant/custard place of my family's and Jon's called Kopp's Frozen Custard. I shared some custard Tiramisu custard with my Boy. He really enjoyed it and so did Michael and Brian. I have to turn these Norwegians into Italians anyway I can, you know...

Jon and I look forward to going to two games in mid-July with my parents and Anders and Emily! So excited to have some more family and Brewer time together!