Tomorrow, Mrs. Q and I are re-locating The House of Q a few miles to the north. Sadly, this means that we'll no longer be a fifteen minute walk away from Miller Park.
When we moved to our current digs about 20 months ago, I made all of you a promise: since I was living so close to Miller Park, I would do everything in my power to make sure that Ned Yost got canned. Happily, as I write this, Ned Yost is not only no longer the manager of the Brewers -- the only way dude's getting anywhere near a major league baseball stadium is to buy a bleacher seat.
You're welcome, friends. You're welcome, Brewers. You're welcome, world.
(Tip o' the cap to Mrs. Q for the mad PhotoShop skillz.)