The Milwaukee Brewers ended a 26 year playoff drought yesterday and understandably, they’re pretty pumped about the whole thing. Prince Fielder is more than pumped. There’s always some humorous pictures that come out of locker room celebrations, but I’ve never seen one loaded with nightmare fuel. While the fans celebrated the postseason berth with a hunk of cheddar and keg of Miller, Prince Fielder received a champagne bukkake. This photo is not doctored whatsoever. Hell, it doesn’t need it.

Thank God football season is just beginning in Wisconsin. If it wasn’t for the Packers and Badgers, the dairy state might have imploded over the weekend where the Brewers were handed a four game sweep by the Phillies. To further add to the mess that is baseball in Milwaukee right now the Brewers decided to end the Ned Yost era.

I can’t really comment on how this is going to boil over for Milwaukee, but I have a feeling it’s not going to be good. The Brewers have six games remaining against the Cubs with only 12 overall games left. With a share of the wild card lead the Brewers have to do something.

Regarding Yost, I never thought he was a good manager in Milwaukee. People praised him for putting together this young group of guys, but I think much of that should be directed towards General Manager Doug Melvin. Yost was just a figure; regularly making horrible bullpen decisions in which have cost the Brewers a multitude of games over the past five years.

Ned Yost never really felt like the answer in Milwaukee. Whenever the Brewers stopped winning the local media put Yost under the bus first. How many countless times did we see Yost put Eric Gagne into a close game only to blow or give up the lead? How many times did we see Yost fiddle with his lineup to interrupt the powerful hitting of youngsters Ryan Braun and Prince Fielder?

Ned Yost wasn’t the definite and long time answer for the Milwaukee Brewers. Yost failed to execute the managerial position effectively and that is why he is now out of job. The Brewers need to forget about Yost as soon as possible as the club opens up a three game series in Chicago tomorrow.

If the Major League Baseball season continues to shake up like it has we could be in for a very special treat. Many Major League teams are adding to the excitement that we see night in and night out, but it remains to be seen what teams will have enough to withstand the tough month of September and stay alive. Let’s take a look at this year’s pretenders and contenders for the upcoming dramatic playoff race.

A.L. Pretenders:
Tampa Bay Rays- I feel really bad for putting the Rays in this spot, but I don’t see them making it out alive in the A.L. East. The Red Sox will find some way to make this thing close before September comes. If stud third baseman Evan Longoria and closer Troy Percival can get off the DL sooner rather than later the Rays could have a chance, but putting everything on Carlos Pena and Australian Grant Balfour is a tough thing to ask.

Minnesota Twins- Tip your hat to the Twins for staying in it this long. Losing Santana and Hunter gave the image of a losing year back in Spring Training, however the emergence of young pitchers such as Nick Blackburn and Kevin Slowey have kept the Twins floating. The main problem with the Twins lies with the lineup outside of All-Stars Justin Morneau and Joe Mauer. The Twins will take on the Mariners and Oakland this week in a 7 game west coast swing; games in which they need to play well in to stay on top of the division.

N.L. Pretenders:
Philadelphia Phillies- The Phillies leader in wins is Jamie Moyer. Ouch. This squad has no pitching outside Cole Hamels and Moyer. And please don’t sit here and tell me that fat ass Joe Blanton was the answer to the Phillies pitching problems. They made a weak push for Rich Harden and are quickly learning that Blanton’s cheese curd fastball can’t hold much to Harden’s dominance. Their lineup is stacked, but their rotation isn’t. Balanced teams make the playoffs. The blue collar working class of Philadelphia will once again have to hope the Mets collapse in a New York minute (or seven games in seventeen days like last year).

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Then crown their ass.  I’m not ready yet.  Nope, not yet.  There were a lot of people who were steadfast in putting this team into the playoffs after the acquisition of C.C. Sabathia.  Not yet.  The Milwaukee Brewers are up to it again, choking away the fantastic season they’d put together up until this point with mind-numbing mistakes and immaturity.  It was capped off with last night’s hilarious playground-esque shoving match between Prince Fielder and Manny Parra.  It’s unclear whether or not Parra told Prince to talk to the hand, but whatever was said was taken to heart by the big boy.  Prince blasted Parra twice into the dugout bench while Parra curled up and winced like a kid not ready to surrender his lunch money.  After the game and the defeat, the Brewers seventh in ten games, Ned Yost parted the waters of immaturity with a quote that even made the Grinch laugh.

“”For eight months a year, we’re a family, and at times things happen. Tempers flare up. But it’s within the family and it’s a little bit rude when your neighbors are fighting next door, for you to go over and ask what happened. That’s kind of the case here. It’s nobody’s business what happened.”

It’s rude Ned?  It’s rude for us to ask what happened?  Like nobody in the world saw it a million times on Sportscenter?  What’s rude is you dodging the subject like you dodged victories when the Cubs came to town last week.  What’s rude is you failing to address a problem that has arisen two straight years now, last year involving you and Johnny Estrada.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this Brewers team has all the talent in the world but they haven’t earned a damn thing.  All they’ve proven to the baseball world in the last two seasons is that they can play lights out for the first few months of the season and suddenly disappear when it starts to matter.  Lets face it, this team caves like the Buffalo Bills in the Super Bowl.  Until they figure it out and start looking at themselves in the mirror, this division is the Cubs to win.  Frankly, I don’t see that changing.

The Milwaukee Brewers dropped another close one today, losing 8-1 to the Atlanta Braves at Miller Park. Many Brewers fans, our own writer Sonny included, have been calling for the head of Ned Yost. Almost as useless as Yost is the fat troll hitting in the middle of the Brewers lineup, Prince Fielder. If you’re as unlucky as I am and own Prince Fielder in your fantasy baseball league, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re a Brewers fan, you know what I’m talking about. If you like watching fat guys hit towering home runs, you know what I’m talking about.

At this time last year, Prince had nailed 17 round trippers, had 40 rbi’s, and was hitting .290. This year, Prince has 6 home runs, 25 rbi’s, and is hitting. 270. What’s the problem? Prince decided to swear off meat in the off-season, opting for the vegetarian lifestyle. I don’t think I could find a clearer example of why incredible power hitters shouldn’t become vegetarians. In fact, I’m on the verge of booking a flight to Milwaukee this coming week to buy a few rib eyes to shove down his throat. What happened to the 12 year old who could hit shots on top of Tiger Stadium? What happened to the Batman to Ryan Braun’s Robin? Why am I so inclined to call him Princess Fielder?

The Crew have had their share of problems this season with various other aspects of their team. Eric Gagne’s mind is warped, Ned Yost’s mind is still sitting at home in the glass case he keeps it in, and Prince lost his power. This is like watching a live version of Space Jam, except instead of Mugsy Bogues and Patrick Ewing not being able to handle the rock, it’s Prince Fielder forgetting what to do with an inside fastball. Get it together!

Sonny first found this video posted by the guys over at Right Field Bleachers but it is far too great not to repost again here. What you will see is a cup stacking competition on the head of some poor passed out guy. Nothing quite like being too drunk to even hear the cheers and moans of an entire section around you as they put Pepsi cups on your head.