Last night I drove up to Milwaukee with a couple friends to take in the Indians and Brewers game on "Major League" night. Fans sitting in certain sections (including ours) were treated to a talking Harry Doyle bobblehead, which we picked up shortly before the game began. Things went downhill from there.
Despite time spent sitting in traffic, the drive up from Chicago was a treat, because a hours of just shooting the breeze with two of my oldest and closest friends isn't something tI get to do all that often anymore. We arrived at Miller Park roughly an hour before first pitch, and settled in on the hood of my friend's car to drink a couple beers in the parking lot.