If stir crazy ‘cuz of the virus, now get Kozy with the New Guv, who is the new sheriff in town, actually, via a Korner merger and is hoping to hit a home run with a baseball doubleheader. They have it all: Brewers, Twins, Cubs, Indians … and why the last one mentioned? Stay tuned. Say hey, it’s a diamond in the rough; not so rough, actually.

(And you believed boundless Big League contract buyouts were … boastfully big? What about this “merger” I just batted out for bartering of two of the village’s best bars; actually the owners of Kozy Korner buying Guv’s Place? And moreso then just the aforementioned-and-following baseball series buildup, is the match with the mega-Major League movie monstrosity and its moguls, if such can be used for Milwaukee-ans. So go, just five fawning paragraphs down, and check out the new-look-then-old-look Indians meet the new version).

By gosh, baseball is finally back, and the pros can be seen battling it out during a broadcasted brew-haha at the new and improved Guv’s Place on Friday night. There will also be, available, outdoor seating and all the hot dogs and brats for sale that would befit such a spectacle involving the Brewers. And with that said, all the competition, fourfold, that will be On Their Living Color TV Screen(s) are familiar, as are the food and drink are long fan favorites.
But to further the point, this is a new sheriff in town, and could be known not as Marshal Dillon but Kozy-Guv’s. Yes I said Kozy, as the Korner people a block down the way have a couple of weeks ago purchased Guv’s, they say hey, and you can write the next story in what will be an ongoing Kozy Korner sequel with them starting tonight. It says so on the Kozy sign, in parts of the village of North Hudson more southern, but walk just the lengths of two infields and make it a doubleheader?
And the obvious next question about the new sheriff in town is this, which place will prove to be the sheriff and which the deputy? You can come on down and buy a beer and thus start to cast your vote at the 7:10 p.m. starting game time for both the Twins (home) and the Brewers (away), but you can view both! They are being aired here in a simultaneous way of sorts but not of course on an actual split screen, as that technology may have to come later once the dust is settled around both home plates and the new Guv designs to be beheld.
And when was the last time a truly start anew opener-of-sorts of this magnitude was seen, in the Midwest broadly speaking? It’s ’80s baby, and it actually extends all the way to Hollywood. More on that parallel in just a bit, (and you might even see a scene on the wall!)

And we did go to the wall with this one. Ever wonder what the classic movie, if only thought of that way in Milwaukee and Cleveland, Major League, would be viewed as some decades later? Well that veritable news source considered one of the most reliable in the business, Parade magazine, you know the glossy but rag mag stuffed in your Sunday paper, that does entertainment almost as well as HudsonWiNightlife, ranked the flick as where in their top 10 of all-time baseball movies. What? Not even on the list? Guess you gotta be a Yankee, if only a Yankee doodle. So we of course at this rag will pick up the slack. The movie of course, found a reawakening of some old hand hacks and untested newcomers that moved the Cleveland Indians back to the top after years of being … the Cleveland Indians. (They are the opponent of the Minnesota Twins tonight). That being the reason I view tonight at the New Guv’s to be an opener of likewise and much like, epic proportions. For more similarities to the present day, tune in after the game tonight for a recap of sorts, which will likely take the form of yes, the form that the New Guv’s will take. But Major League will always have a major place in my heart, because when I was fairly new out of J School, I was working near the northwest Milwaukee suburbs in another rag to reference, a small daily where they worked your butt off almost around the clock — 50 hours a week was considered “overtime” but everyone wrote 49.5 hours on their time sheet every week, you get the picture — and how did I cope with being far from home and on my own and having an average of 3.2 minutes of spare time to myself every night? I went to the local theater, the only one in town, about twice a week and took in Major League. And each time around, I saw something new and erroneously not of Cleveland since the film was actually shot largely in Milwaukee. Like the Brewer scoreboard in back of a cameo by someone the likes of Pete Vuchovich doing his Gorman Thomas impersonation, both at the plate and in facial and nose hair — remember that “party favor” reference? But the reason I mention he of cut fastball and not well-cut locks, hey like me, is that since this is HudsonWiNightlife, there has to be a mention of a hottie, and definitely not Hot In Cleveland. The person to whom I refer is a lady I talked with at length after one of the showings — this always seemed to happen with a person or two when we all hung around and eyeballed the credits for other baseball references — who actually knew Vuchovich since she was from the big city and not Beaver Dam (oops, did I let my guard down down?) and pointed out a tidbit to me that only she would know and wasn’t portrayed in the film with the same accuracy as you have come to expect from HudsonWiNightlife! Yeah.

(So, before the series is completely up, go see a game at Guv’s and find your own stories to tell).

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