The radio meteorologist said it will get down to 29 below zero tonight. With the Packers knocked out of the playoffs, I’m already thinking about baseball season. I’m thinking about the radio meteorologist calling for sunny afternoons and cool evenings. I’m thinking about Bob Uecker calling Brewer games on the radio as I listen along at my workbench while stringing up a fly rod.
From John Schulian’s Twilight of the Long-ball Gods: Dispatches from the Disappearing Heart of Baseball:
"Though evidence to the contrary is embarrassingly abundant, I would like to think this makes me somehow superior to the infidels of the cable age, for radio is a cerebral medium just as baseball is a cerebral sport. To hear it properly, you have to be able to imagine the setting, the stars, and the strategy."
While out ice fishing, I came across this shack and it seems like the owner thinks the same way, as if the old-time Brewer logo is some kind of Wisconsin hoodoo symbol that will speed the death of winter and usher in spring at a quicker pace.
The fact that it is painted on an ice fishing shack is not lost. A man must have hope in the cold northern winters and also must invent pastimes, such as staring over a frozen lake at a string of tip-ups until a pike is hooked and a flag goes up.