What luck!  Fatty hooked me up large with tickets to the Brewers home opener against the Pittsburgh Pirates.  Gotta love a Brewer game.  Good times, good atmosphere, and for the most part good weather.  (It's always nice inside the dome)  I went with Fatty, Connie, and a few of their co-workers.  Connie was snapping shots with the digicam all day, so I figured I'd just lift a few of her photos for my web page.  As always close the stupid Yahoo Ads bar first by clicking the arrows then click on the thumbnails for larger images and forgive me as I suck at remembering names.  Enjoy.

This is some guy I can't remember their name, Fatty, Me, and Dave shortly after arriving in the Miller Park parking lot.  If you'll notice my bottle of Pucker is nearly full.  It was about 9:00.

Fatty Was All Fired up

Nikki (I think that's the name) and Connie polish off a jumbo sized Jello shot.

Fatty and I chillin' after a bratwurst brunch (note that most of my Pucker had been drank by now ~ 2 hours later)

Everyone gathers for a few last poses before heading inside.

They were handing out these wristbands on the way into the stadium.  At first I thought they were slap bracelets, but they weren't.  But I thought the irony was worth a picture anyway.

We found our seats (upper mezzanine, but still really good I think) and settled in for the game.  We had beverages, chew, peanuts, and lots of Brewer spirit.  All you need for a successful Brewer game viewing experience I think.

Of course peanut related hijinks soon ensued.  Nuts were flying everywhere, and every "nut" or "nuts" related sexual innuendo in the book was whipped out.  This is Fatty and I's "How many peanut shells can we stack on Andy's (a different Andy BTW) shoulder before he notices" game.

Answer: lots of peanuts actually.  Fatty and I's hands stealthily creep towards the unwitting victim's shoulder.

For a while we even watched the game attentively.

Connie, Josh, and I pose for a quick shot between innings.  Fatty looks... sober.  :(

Perhaps not though, because as soon as the game was over, Fatty stole some police tape and pretended to be some sort of superhero.

After the game we ate at the Machine Shed restaurant which was something Fatty and I had said we wanted to do for like the past four years.  Good times, good times.

oh and BTW... GO BREWERS!