Wait a Minute: Brewers Edition

When former-Washington National Nyjer Morgan hit the “walk-off” game-winner on Friday night, sending the Milwaukee Brewers to what they now call the NLCS, a sleeping dog awoke in my mind…

N.L.C.S.…I may not know the science of rockets, but I wholeheartedly believe that this acronym refers to what we used to call the National League Pennant series.

Now, in order for the Milwaukee Brewers to square-off against the venerable St. Louis Cardinals for the National League pennant–all joking aside–it would seem to be necessary for the Brewers actually to belong to the National League.

BUT, my dear friends, the Milwaukee Brewers played the Cardinals in the 1982 World Series. If you are from another country, allow me to explain: The World Series pits the winners of the respective pennants–one from the American Leauge, one from the National League–against each other in a seven-game series. In 1982, by a fluke, the New York Yankees did not appear in the World Series.

So I found myself utterly confused. What in the world is going on here?

Guess what? The Milwaukee Brewers transferred to the National League some fourteen years ago!

I did not know that you could, so to speak, do that. But, apparently, when a) major-league baseball decides to add teams in states with lots of retirees, and b) a year passes with no World Series, owing to a strike, then circumstances ripen, and the Milwaukee Brewers acquire just such a changeling aptitude.

Gosh. Under what rock have I been living?

2 thoughts on “Wait a Minute: Brewers Edition

  1. Father White,

    Leave it to the Civil Engineer: I could care or worry less about changelings — unless, of course, we’ve been transported to Middle-earth; in which case, move over, I need to get under that rock.

    What has me is the folding orange-peel stadium cover in Milwaukee (it looks like a sail from a distance; and reflects the sail on the Museum of Art (built later, so maybe it’s the other way around), along the shore of Lake Michigan. The orange peel didn’t close one evening (due to temperature change, I’m told).

    You just can’t rely on things so much. And, one of the most strking aspect of this phenomenon — in my view — is the inability to tell which player belongs to which team from year to year. By extension, which league the team is in becomes somewhat of an inconsequentiality. You can’t tell your team WITH a scorecard anymore.

    The ephemeral nature of so much in life is just not natural. There were meant to be some “eternals” — like the mountains which surround you.



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