In the spring, I was walking with a friend down the Nicollet Mall. It was after midnight, the bars were hopping, but the street was empty save for my friend and I and a lone figure walking towards us.He was about 62, lanky, AfricanAmerican, could've been a former ballplayer or one of your new wide receivers. Spring was in the air, I was feeling good, and the "Will he or won't he?" stories about you were ramping up.While I was only 30 years old and the odds were tremendously stacked against us, I decided to do what I could to bring a big league club back to my hometown. My dream was to make Milwaukee and Wisconsin feel Major League once again. Trying and failing was one thing; quitting, however, was unacceptable.

Don't you ever call me a Liberal even in jest. Just because I'm not in favor of tax payer money going into a stadium means nothing more than let's use our tax money to the em betterment of everyone, not just a few with a vested interest in a stadium. I'm