Welcome to the land of cheese, where, for the longest time Friday night, the Dodgers stunk like a slab of Limburger.
Greetings from Miller Park, where, for the first seven innings, the Dodgers were as flat as stale Hamm's.
Hello from Game 1 of the National League Championship Series in old Milwaukee, which the Dodgers began by aimlessly wandering around like broke tourists on a late night at Oktoberfest.
By the time they found themselves, it was too late. When they finally mounted what would have been one of the greatest rallies in their postseason history, the climb was too much.