As Day 1 comes to a close, the three of us lay on our beds with our bellies full from an eventful day.
Our “gutty works” got started with a traditional big Midwestern breakfast of pancakes and French toast with the Beefsman (my father). Being a person that bases his day around food, I usually follow the mantra that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
However, being that we are on a road trip shaped like a penis, its only fitting that our dinner of brats, hot dogs, and sausages would be the highlight of our day.
Today’s game was at Miller Park in Milwaukee. Located in Wisconsin, a place I refer to as the land of meat, cheese, and beer, I came in with high expectations. Just like Russell Branyan’s 465-foot home run in the sixth inning, the food was a sight to see. Accompanied with grilled onions and sauerkraut, the brat was well worth the years it shaved off my life expectancy, and the pounds it added to my waist.
As John said, “I haven’t had anything this big, warm, and juicy in my mouth since that time … ” Regardless of Bruer’s past Friday nights, the food left nothing to be wanted — and like the hometown Brewers, it was a big win.
Tomorrow’s agenda: cheese curds, more bratwurst and a side of Tums.
The Phallic Road Trip 