Weekend Notes

Our prayers are with the Caray family as they mourn the loss of Skip, who passed away in his sleep this weekend. Onto the notes…

• Really, ESPN, really? You actually think anyone in the world other then you cares about Brett Favre. I will give ‘em credit for the live commercials they’ve been running as advertisements for the new Sportscenter, though.
• While we’re on the topic of ESPN fascinations, the play at the plate play the other day in the ’stros and Mets game wasn’t worth watching over and over and over.
• Back to baseball, Turner Field has a nice, fan-friendly ballpark. For about the first hour or so we were there we were able to get within talking distance of the entire Brewers’ pitching staff. Although, I can’t say the same for the Brew Crew. Ben Sheets promised to come over and sign some autographs for the kiddos close to me and…he never did, nice move.
• Dauthan and I were watching Suppan warm-up before the game started, and the “Brave Girls”, or whatever they call them, were shooting free t-shirts into the stands. They shot one in our direction and both of us were tracking it down until it hit the deck above us, and bounced into the bullpen where Sup was warming up. We called Bill Castro, some kind of coach, to throw it up, but he just kept TCBing (Taking Care of Business-ing). Then Mr. Mike Maddux, came out of the area we weren’t able to see from our point of view, decided he needed a sleep shirt because the one he’d been using had too many stains, so he snatched it up himself. Apparently no one informed Mike that he can get all the Brave gear he wants through Greg, oh well.
• I noticed for the first time this weekend that many of the Brewers’ infielders can’t seem to keep their shirttails tucked in, as soon as the game ends they untuck them, which leads to…
• Prince Fielder’s GINORMOUS jersey size. It’s pretty big.