We’re still working on the baseball side of the display. I know we have bendables of three other racing sausages (directly to the right of the cap, the Hot Dog guy), so I’ll keep looking. Amigo and husband brought home the bobbleheads last year. The plastic souvenir cap was either filled with ice cream or nachos (yes, I washed it) at another game in Miller Park.
Well, bratwurst, Polish, and Italian sausages, you can run, but you can’t hide. I know you’re around somewhere!