Braves 5, Brewers 4 — Into the West We Go

There is an old Soviet joke my father and I have loved for many decades. It goes as follows (I will attempt to abbreviate): Leonid Brezhnev wakes up in the morning, looks out his bedroom window, and sees the rising sun, and says: “Good morning, Comrade Sun! How is your work coming?” — “Very well, … Continue reading Braves 5, Brewers 4 — Into the West We Go