ST. PETERSBURG — Woe to the Brewer who muscles up on a batting practice pitch and hits a rollover grounder to the pull side. All others within earshot of the cage or indoor batting tunnel will harrumph derisively, “Classic!”
It’s the sprig of parsley between your teeth, the unzipped pants fly, the turn signal left blinking, or, in Wisconsin parlance, a meal without cheese. It’s the faux pas of Brewers’ offensive baseball.
