A Prayer for Milwaukee on the Eve of the LCS

The author, having lived in Wisconsin for only slightly more than a year and owning no previous ties to the region, has nevertheless found himself smitten with the present incarnation of the Milwaukee Brewer ballclub. As an entirely eager, but equally unaffiliated, Believer, he (i.e. the same author) has developed a convert’s zeal wherein said Brewer club is concerned.

Below is a product of that zeal: a prayer for Milwaukee and its baseball team on the eve of the League Championship Series.

Milwaukee Brewers!
You removed the fig leaf from existence momentarily
and revealed all the wild kindness beneath it.
You published a new version of the OED
with only the words marked “vulgar” from the bigger edition.

I heard you declared “dance party” as a business expense
on your income taxes, is that the case?
I heard you voted Malcolm in the Middle for president.
I’ll admit: I didn’t even know that was a thing.

I’m so excited, I’d like to devise
a creation myth from your current roster
if I have time this week.

I’m so excited, I’d like to eat
hitherto unknown encased meats,
inundated with equal parts kraut and magic.

Let’s get a drink sometime, how about,
during the next lunar eclipse or whatever.

I’ll be the one at the bar
wearing 10 fake beards as a joke.
You be the ones all high-fiving,
shouting “good game” indiscriminately
to every last person who’ll listen.