Where were you in '82?
The last time the Brewers made it to the playoffs, I was 8 years old. And, while I was as into it as a little kid could be, the memories are increasingly hazy.
Here's what I remember of that magical postseason. I'd love to hear your recollections, too. Please post them using the Talkback feature below.
My family watched the game against the Orioles that propelled the Brewers into playoffs from the comfort of our Whitefish Bay home. I don't remember the game, really, but I remember watching it.
I remember art and music classes that week at Lydell Elementary School. We learned the words to "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," and created Brewers-themed collages.
And I remember the night we clinched the American League pennant. It was Oct. 10, the day after my grandma turned 65. We went out for dinner to celebrate at a now-defunct Italian restaurant on Farwell (I can't remember its name, but my mom thinks it was in the building that now houses Shank Hall), and we got updates to the game throughout dinner.
After Robin Yount fielded a grounder and fired it over to Cecil Cooper to send the Crew to the World Series, my parents decided to take us to the action. I remember quite vividly driving down Lincoln Memorial toward Summerfest. This could just be the recollection of a child, but the street was packed with rowdy fans, honking their horns, high fiving each other. I saw a guy standing on a pylon or something, guzzling a beer. Hanging out the car window, I was both terrified and excited.
Hilariously, my mom now tells me that she remembers most that I was concerned that the celebration was past my own self-imposed bedtime. I was a strange kid.
My final recollection of the 1982 postseason was of game seven of the World Series. Before the game started, I gathered all my Brewers memorabilia from my bedroom and came downstairs to watch the game. I walked into the living room wearing wristbands and carrying a tiny Brewers tote bag, I think.
Again, I decided it was time for bed before the end of the game, and I went to sleep hoping I'd wake up to a victory. The first thing I said to my mom when I woke up the next morning was, "Did we win?"
"No, honey, the Brewers lost," she said.
Well, it's taken 26 years to get back to the playoffs. I know that this time around, I'll never forget a single detail of this awesome ride.
I was 18 and at Oktoberfest in LaCrosee during the Orioles series. When they lost the first 3 games (which I didn't see because not every game was on TV back then), I drove home early so I could watch the game in the comfort of my own home. Unbelievable when they won. I went to 2 games of the LCS (Games 3 and 5) and I'll never forget the feeling I had when I ran on the field after the final out of Game 5. After the game, I went to Caesar's Inn, the bar Harvey Kuenn owned and got his autograph on my ticket stub along with Don Money's. Alas, in the celebration that night, I lost it! :( I remember going to some bars in West Allis to watch the end of the Cardinals-Braves game, then went to Wisconsin Avenue which was PACKED! What a celebration! I didn't get to any World Series games because I was a freshman in college and, I figured, there was always next year. Game 7 was a huge disappointment, but the fans still celebrated on Wisconsin Avenue. Then, in 1983, despite leading the division on August 25, next year didn't arrive. I've waited 26 years for "next year". Next year is finally here and I again won't forget a moment of the magic.
Newly married, we were at the game when the Brewers won the pennant. We were next to the home dugout, and when the idiots ran on to the field, one of them pulled me backwards over my seat. We drove home down Bluemound in the big celebration. We also went to game four of the series, which they won.
I was 14 and me and my girlfriends (and my little 11 yr old brother) were ALL OVER the Brewers that season (and the previous seasons when my dad used to drop us at the ballpark and pick us up afterwards--or sit in another section and leave us alone. We weren't at the game that day but listened to the radio and ran in the street and quickly (and dorkily I know) created crayoned posters that we promptly put on all windshields of cars up and down our BV block, and begged dad to take us down in the car to Wisconsin Ave. He disappointingly (though probably wisely) refused but we made enough home made posters to tape all over our car's windows to celebrate in our own silly way (until he crushed us again by telling us to take them down so he could drive safely!). We were so sad at the end of the post season, but I still loved with all my heart all the 1982 Brewers (Gorman Thomas was my favorite, followed by Robin Yount). We would stalk the Brewers at the player's stadium exit and beg them for autographs. It was quite a quest. I remember how shocked I was to find out that Charlie was really short when I stood next to him. My dad grew out his mustache to be a handlebar like Rollie Fingers that season too....mustache wax and all...funny and great memories, all of them.
Dean Amhaus | Sept. 30, 2008 at 11:18 a.m. (report)
I attended the last game of the regular season in Baltimore which put them in the Playoffs. What a game to be one of the few Brewer fans in attendance and to be among friends that were all avid Oriole fans. Up to that day the Brewers had lost all of the games in that final series and the Baltimore fans were waving brooms urging a sweep. Watching Robin bang out those homers quickly silenced the crowd.
I remember going to one of the home games of the world series. I think the Brew Crew won. I generally don't have a lot of memories of childhood, and mostly don't care about baseball (or most team sports) but I'm certainly hoping for the home team this time. It's better than politics :)
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