[jg2977]

Charlie Brown:
Good grief… I don’t even know where to start.
The Milwaukee Brewers scored 10 runs… ten! That’s supposed to be enough to win a baseball game… right?
But… the San Diego Padres scored 16.
Sixteen…
(looks at box score, sighs deeply)
I mean… every time Milwaukee did something good… San Diego just did something better. It’s like trying to kick the football and having Lucy van Pelt pull it away at the last second. You think you’ve got a chance… and then—WHAM!—five runs in the fourth inning.
And that Manuel Rico guy…
Four hits. A home run. A triple. A double…
Good grief… he hit for the cycle. I can’t even get one hit in my neighborhood games.
And Cesar Morin! He hit a home run… and then TWO triples! Two! I didn’t even know you could do that in one game… I can barely run to first base without tripping.
(long pause)
The Brewers finally score five runs in the sixth… and for a moment, you think… “Hey, maybe they’ve got a chance!”
But no… the Padres just keep scoring. Again… and again… and again…
It’s like when I build a sandcastle, and the waves just keep coming…
(looks down)
And now the series is tied, 1–1.
So everything comes down to one last game.
Game 3…
(tiny bit of hope in his voice)
Maybe… maybe the Brewers can turn it around.
(immediate doubt)
…or maybe something will go wrong again.
Good grief.