A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.
Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.
I blame the Boca Burgers. Perhaps he’s low on protein. A little too much Tofu?
How else to explain why Prince Fielder has messed with the delicate Brewer fan base at a time of unprecedented pre-season adoration. One of Wisconsin’s favorite sons has gone all Sterling Sharpe on us and started whining about his contract before the bases are even loaded.
On the one hand, I can’t say I blame him. The guy’s proven himself. He’s a force to be reckoned with who has become his own human highlight reel. On the other hand, don’t ya think it hurts just a little bit more because we don’t fancy our stars this way here in the land of cheese?
We like to think our home run hitters are home-grown and come complete with an aw-shucks-that’s-plenty-of-money-thank-you-attitude. This isn’t New York, so the egos should be checked at the door, right?
Um, apparently, no. This is 2008 and the bigger they play, the bigger we pay.
So Prince and his agent have dropped this giant publicity stunt, smack-dab on the front page of today’s sports section. Pretty savvy actually. The deal was renewed last spring. Yet Prince has chosen this spring, when we’re still fresh from NFC Championship heartbreak and hoping beyond hope that this is the year that we take back “Wrigley North” from the Cubs’ fans and claim the division and a playoff spot in grand fashion.
Prince knows we want it bad. He knows this will strike fear in the hearts of the Bucket Brigade. He knows we’re tired of watching pennant races filled with the names of former Brewers. Please Mark Attanasio. Let’s not add Prince’s name to that list.
But contract negotiations, like baseball, are a bit of a game. It’s he-said, they-said with a dash of revisionist history thrown in.
So let’s hope this blows over. Let’s cross our fingers that somebody steals that copy of Skinny **** from Prince’s locker and grills him a big, fat sirloin. Maybe then he won’t be so cranky.
Because although it’s going to snow again this week, Opening Day is barely a month away.
Please, Prince. Don’t mess with destiny. If you build it, we will come.
*Skinny *** is supposedly the book that Prince Fielder's wife gave him which started him on his Veggie Tales.