I've been waiting a lifetime for this moment. The Milwaukee Brewers are World Series champions. Man, that feels good to say.
I'm sure that it feels the same for countless fans across Wisconsin.
For those of us who remember Harvey's Wallbangers and the heartbreak of 1982, this championship is more than just another trophy. It's the end of a journey that has lasted more than four decades.
I've been fortunate enough to witness some incredible moments in Wisconsin sports history. I watched Brett Favre lead the Green Bay Packers to a Super Bowl championship and saw Aaron Rodgers accomplish the same thing 14 years later. I watched Giannis Antetokounmpo put together one of the greatest performances in NBA Finals history, bringing the Milwaukee Bucks their first championship in 50 years.
But there was always one missing: The Brewers. My last Infinity Stone.
And now, finally, I have them all. When I think about Wisconsin's championship teams, something stands out. They weren't necessarily supposed to win.
They represented smaller markets, franchises that some commentators said couldn't always compete with teams in New York, Los Angeles or other larger cities. But what the Badger State teams lacked in market size, they made up for with talent, determination, leadership and a belief that they could beat anyone.
As much as I love remembering those Packers and Bucks championships, today isn't about Favre, Rodgers or Giannis.
It's about the Milwaukee Brewers and players who believed they could accomplish something that had eluded previous teams. It's about manager Pat Murphy, who helped turn a collection of talented players into a team that refused to back down from anybody.
It's about a franchise that has spent years hearing about what it couldn’t afford, which players it couldn’t keep and why competing against baseball’s richest teams would always be an uphill, and ultimately losing, battle.
And it’s about the fans — the people who filled American Family Field, traveled to road games and wore their Brewers gear with pride, believing that someday this team would win it all.
That day has finally arrived.
The Brewers won 103 games during the regular season and carried that momentum into October, putting together a remarkable postseason run. They won because of pitching, defense, timely hitting and a clubhouse filled with players who understood their roles. They won because they believed in one another. And they won because they never let the size of Milwaukee’s television market or their opponents’ payrolls determine what was possible.
That’s what makes this championship so special.
The Brewers didn’t need to become the Dodgers or the Yankees.
They needed to be themselves. And that turned out to be something truly special.
I keep thinking about 1982. I was 13 when Harvey’s Wallbangers captured Milwaukee’s imagination.
Robin Yount, Paul Molitor, Cecil Cooper, Gorman Thomas, Rollie Fingers and the rest of that team made baseball exciting in a way that those of us who lived through it will never forget.
They came within one victory of winning the World Series before losing to the St. Louis Cardinals in seven games. Other great Brewers teams followed . But every season seemed to end with the same disappointment.
Wait until next year.
Well, next year finally came.
And I can’t help thinking about the fans who didn’t live long enough to see it.
Parents and grandparents who passed down their love of baseball to their children. People who listened to games on the radio, kept scorecards and could tell you exactly where they were when the Brewers won the American League pennant in 1982.
And, of course, Bob Uecker. “Mr. Baseball” was the voice of the Brewers for generations. His humor, storytelling and love for the game helped make baseball part of Milwaukee’s identity.
How fitting would it have been for Uecker to call the final out of a Brewers World Series championship?
We didn’t get that moment, but I’d like to think he had the best seat in the house. This championship belongs to him, too. And knowing Uecker, I’m sure he’s still texting Murphy from heaven. This championship also means something bigger than sports. Milwaukee is a great city with tremendous strengths, yet it faces challenges that too often divide us.
We have neighborhoods struggling with poverty, violence and a lack of investment. Some people feel disconnected from the city’s success, while others wonder whether conditions will ever improve.
Sports can’t solve those problems, but moments like this remind us what it feels like to come together. For a few hours, people from different neighborhoods, backgrounds and political beliefs can celebrate something they share: We can cheer for the same team, take pride in the same city and recognize that Milwaukee is capable of extraordinary things.
Now, let’s see if we can keep that same spirit alive long after the World Series trophy starts collecting dust.
I’ve waited 44 years for the Brewers to finish what Harvey’s Wallbangers started.
Now I’ve seen the Brewers win the World Series.
My last Infinity Stone is complete.
But more important is what this moment represents for the city I love.
The Brewers showed us what can happen when people believe in one another. Now it’s Milwaukee’s turn.
Causey writes for the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel and USA TODAY Network via Reuters Connect.