>I did it. I entered the lottery for playoff tickets should the Milwaukee Brewers actually get there. Their chances seem to fluctuate every day.

If (and I know, it’s a big if) they reach the playoffs, and if (this is an even bigger if) I get lucky in the ticket lottery, I’ll have the chance to buy four tickets.

Then comes the question: Who will go?

The first two are obvious: me and Amigo. I’ll take a personal day, and I’ll sign him out of school for this life-altering experience. But now… La Petite has been to Miller Park once, and she doesn’t really follow baseball closely. She would enjoy the game if she went, but she might choose not to goor she might have too many classes. Husband would go, but it’s hard to tell if he’d be able to get a day or two off from work in the middle of Packer football season. So…I guess we’ll wait and see. It could be La Petite and boyfriend. La Petite and roommate. Husband and brother in law. Maybe even my sister-in-law, in Madison working on her masters. Oh, I’m sure we’ll have no trouble using the tickets.

Now the real issue rears its ugly head. Whatever will we wear? We can’t go to Miller Park without being clothed in the proper colors. I might have to go shopping. Darn. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.