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.

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!