Why My Marriage To The Brewers Needs Couples' Therapy

There was a time when I could watch my beloved Milwaukee Brewers on television and my friends didn’t have to worry about my personal well-being or the safety of things in my house that were within arm’s reach.   There was a time when I opened my morning newspaper with exhilaration, anticipation and glee, instead of dread, a grimace and a now-all-too-common choking on Raisin Bran in disbelief that they lost to the effing Padres again?!? There was a time when being a Milwaukee Brewers fan was fun and exciting and made you feel good.   That time is gone.  Lost to the past and to memory and to the Yankees for $160 million.   The Crew have lost 23 of 36 games, fallen below .500 and are 7 1/2 games out of first right now, the most they’ve been all season.   If I had to come up with an unnecessarily corny, contrived and drawn-out metaphor to describe my feelings about my favorite baseball team, it would be this: The Brewers and I are like old frie...