Baseball is the new Packers.

I have no idea what's come over me. I actively seek out Brewers games on television and plan my day around them. What time do the Brewers play tonight? I can't go for a run and MISS THE GAME.

I don't even know who I am. I don't watch baseball, man.

But sure enough, we were glued to two games over the weekend, and last night's ninth and tenth innings (yes, ten. Extra inning. I'm not a moron) were the most stressful moments of my weekend.

OMG RYAN BRAUN WHY DO YOU STRIKE OUT AND WTF IS WRONG WITH RICKIE WEEKS FUMBLING THE GODDAMN BASEBALL AND WHY IS PRINCE FIELDER SO LARGE? I HATE WHEN THERE ARE TWO OUTS!

Sigh.

Luckily, my insta-neighbor Bill Hall saved us with a home run in the extra inning, and the day was saved. And did you hear me? I just said "us." Because clearly I am a Brewer.

I'm headed to another game this weekend with my old crew of coworkers from the good old days. I am so pumped. Old friends and a new favorite pastime. And you better believe I'm going to eat a brat. Or three.

Brats, sauer kraut, Ryan Braun t-shirts and peanuts. Excellent.