A day at the game

This is probably the best Labour Day I can remember which did not in some way involve a barbecue or a date with monshu. I'm really in love with Miller Park. Best concessions, nicest fans, and a cavalcade of kitsch. And how often do I get to see a grand slam from anyone, let alone one of my favourite players and a catcher, for the love of Musial? One of these days, though, we've got to spend more than half a day in Milwaukee. Everything about it suggests a city I would thoroughly enjoy if I weren't just zipping through it on Hwy 43.