Posting from Allison’s boyfriend’s sweet house in Milwaukee… It has been overcast and warm all day.

After the game last night, we walked back to Camp Kickass. Stopped at Dunkin Donuts on the way, figuring that since we’d walked about six miles that afternoon, a donut was in order. We hung out for a few minutes, then got in the rental car and headed north. It took about ninety minutes to reach Milwaukee. Allison was still up, though tired, and showed us directly to our futon in the guest room. I was awakened in the night by some thunder and rain lashing the windows, and then by the nearby whistle of a passing freight train.

Oh and as for the baseball game. The tickets and receipt claimed a 7:05 start time, but ESPN moved the game back to 6pm instead. So we missed the first two innings, which worked out because it made getting to our seats easier. Before the game, Brian and I walked to Claire’s and hung out in her bachelorette pad enjoying a beer and some snacks.

We were in the upper deck along the first base line. The place was packed with people. I looked for other Giants fans, they were easy to spot in cream and black jerseys. I was there with my three Chicago pals, who naturally were cheering for the Cubs (though they are all really Tigers fans). Claire and I rooted against the Cubs. Brian was neutral.

I spose it was a good game — I expected the Giants to be blown out, but they actually managed to get the lead for a couple innings, an amazing feat. I was particularly glad that Bonds did not start, which I am sure irritated all of the home team’s fans. Ha ha. He hasn’t been productive anyway, no real loss. From where we were sitting, I could easily spy on my local Giants broadcasters in the booth. I love those dudes.

I got a hot dog and was pleased to find that it was grilled, not steamed. It was good too, though I am still not a fan of the neon green relish. And no I did not put ketchup on it. What do I look like some kind of animal?

Showing true class, the Cubs fans in the bleachers decided to celebrate their late rally by throwing trash all over the field. Nuff said.

And that’s what happened the last time I watched a Cubs game, when their manager went apeshit after a play at third base and got ejected.

Anyway, the Giants lost. If I have anything positive to say about the Cubs or their fans, it was that (in my section) people were very spirited and paying close attention to each pitch and going bonkers even when a Giant hit a foul ball. I felt like it was kind of over the top though, especially when the crowd went wild for a routine fly ball hit by one of their batters. No you guys, it’s not a home run, it’s an out.

But it would be cool if Giants fans would treat every game like it was a playoff game, you know? Maybe our fans have gotten too used to winning and don’t know what to do with a loser team on the field, and Cubs fans are so used to losing and futility that every base hit is like a grand slam to win the World Series.

Which is kind of pitiful, really.

We hung around after the game and watched the grounds crew. By the time we left, the streets were still full of drunk douchebags, as expected. The five of us headed west, straight down Addison to Lincoln, and by then we were alone.

Anyway. On a quiet shady street in Bayview, Milwaukee. We had all-you-can-eat Middle Eastern buffet for lunch, which was amazing, then headed to the food co-op to get coffee. We will start back toward Chicago in the next few hours and try to lay low the rest of the night so we can get up super early to make our trek to the airport and home.