Celebrating Milwaukee’s historic championship and the unforgettable Mr. Baseball on this week’s edition of “Fun and Games”

Last week’s Milwaukee Brewers World Series championship was a feel-good moment for many reasons:

• For starters, it was the first World Series title in franchise history.

• Their road to victory was impressive. They dispatched the Tampa Bay Rays in five games, after sweeping the mighty Los Angeles Dodgers in the National League Championship Series.

The Brewers’ payroll? Approximately $155 million, 19th highest in baseball.

Compare that to the two-time defending champion Dodgers and their staggering $433 million payroll.

It warmed the heart to see the little guy from the small market conquer his free-spending, big-city rivals.

Money matters. But the Brewers proved that grit, smarts and a little Midwestern determination can overcome a whole lot of dollar signs.

Yet amid the celebration, there was something bittersweet about Milwaukee’s historic achievement.

One of the most beloved figures in Brewers history wasn’t there to enjoy it.

Bob Uecker.

For 54 years, Uecker was the voice of Milwaukee baseball. But in many ways, he was also the face of the franchise.

His playing career spanned six seasons as a backup catcher. His lifetime batting average? A less-than-imposing .200.

But what he lacked in batting prowess, he more than made up for in personality.

Uecker’s self-deprecating humor made him, ironically, famous.

He became a regular guest on Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show, where his hilarious accounts of his less-than-stellar baseball career made him a fan favorite.

Uecker appeared in movies and television, including the classic baseball comedy Major League.

And who could forget his iconic Miller Lite commercials?

There was something wonderfully authentic about Uecker. He never seemed to take himself too seriously. And despite his celebrity, he always seemed like the kind of guy you’d love to share a beer with.

The Hall of Fame broadcaster passed away in January 2025.

Sadly, he missed celebrating Milwaukee’s first World Series championship by less than two years.

But somehow, I can’t help believing he was there.

Sitting in the front row of the Pearly Gates’ version of Buffalo Wild Wings, passing out hugs and cigars the moment the final out was recorded.

Cheers and a high celestial five to you, Ueck!!

Tastes great!