You might think I'm referring to the first day of school or something. But, no, I mean I'm not ready for the end of baseball.

In my house we spend much of the offseason thinking about the beautiful game. When we pass the stadium, we talk about games we've been to and how much time is left before the new season starts.

After going to perhaps a little more than dozen games (we were having too much fun to stop and count) in four cities this year, we went to our last on Friday night. We sat in nosebleed seats which were fun, we romped in the play area -- so, a mix of the unusual and the usual. It was my fourth game in two weeks; the third in that time with my favorite fellow baseball fan.

This last one of the season was just the two of us. We traded baseball hats, wore them turned inside out, ate a pretzel, shared some ice cream and laughed and laughed and laughed.

And we said, "Ciao, Brewers. Ciao, Miller Park, and ciao, baseball," as we left. And we talked about how we'll miss them all during the cold winter months in Milwaukee.

Our sole consolation is that we can get back in a few times during that period by visiting Friday's Front Row. But what will really keep us warm during the painful offseason will be the memories of a great 2009 season -- despite the disappointing results, all around, on the field.