He passed yesterday – he was the soundtrack of a Wisconsin summer for five-and-a-half decades, though you might know him from the movie Major League.
My Grandfather used to keep score of Brewers games in the mid-70s (helping fuel my budding interest in statistics) … he’d just get up from the living room at 6:55pm, pour himself a 7oz glass of Kingsbury beer, open up his season-long scorebook, and lose himself in Uecker-isms via a transistor radio. His Father-In-Law lived upstairs, listening to games. That guy was born 19 years after the end of the Civil War. Time flies, folks.
What a colorful life.
