So, after buying tickets from Stub Hub and forking several hundred dollar over for some pretty sweet seats, I found myself in the thick of the largest sports related party in Wisconsin.  

First, the parking situation brought me down.  I was never notified or saw what the parking situation was about.  We did not have parking passes so I figured that we can just pay when we rolled up.  Not the fact.  I bought my tickets soon after the Wildcard was clinched.  My lady friend and I got seperated from our group while in line but we are vetrans of tailgating and new we would catch up soon.  Well we were notified by parking attendants that we cannot park in the stadium.  No problem, we will go to State Fair.  Our friends had the same situation.  But then a gaggle (or herd or whaterver) of Milwaukee's finest in blue decided to rub it in our faces that they will be close to their vehicles and not us by saying, "There is parking at State Fair, or shuttles from the bars, or at your house."  Well, we decided to continue north where we found suitable parking at one the fine new (or relocated) companies in the Menomonee Valley.  Free too.

So, what can I say about the game?  Old men were hi-fiving drunk 21-year-olds, wives kissed husbands, kids jumped up and down, and in my case, was entertained by a three month old during pitcher change outs.