A personal story about Pat Murphy.
In 2001, I showed up at Arizona State, wet behind the ears and definitely without a grasp of the true meaning of things. I would say most things. I forgive myself for being young, but how I wished wise words hit me the way they do now.
On the first day, the day we were getting our lockers and settling in, Murph called a meeting.
We gathered around and Murph said, “Building a team is like making my mother’s beef stew, and my mother’s beef stew is perfect.”
Some of us kind of chuckled, and I am ashamed to say one of them was me. I thought it sounded silly - it did but a wiser, more mature player would be processing and wondering what he was about to say next.
Murph then said, “It takes the right ingredients and the perfect amount of each to make my mother’s beef stew. If there are only carrots and onions…no good. If you don’t cook it low and slow the beef will be dry and you won’t get the silky fatty sauce that comes from rendering the fat. If you use anything but a yellow onion with celery and garlic, you won’t get the aromatics that hit you before the bite…”
He went on and on about beef stew. I was wondering what this had to do with baseball.
Then he said, “This is no different than building a baseball team. Sitting in this room are guys from all over. We have local guys, we have guys from Cali, Illinois, Utah, and even one from Texas. And we are all different here. Some of you are fiery and ready to fight at any moment. Some of you are calm and measured in your approach. It takes all kinds of people. The calm measured man will teach the fiery player how to hone in on his emotions and the fiery one will teach the calm measured man what it means to drop the analytics and go to war. We all blend together, and if we have the right ingredients sitting in this room, and if I can mix the ingredients together perfectly, we will be no different than my mother’s beef stew. Which is perfect.”
I always remembered that meeting, mostly because Murph has a way of saying things in a way that sticks and never leaves you. Probably why he has had such an impact on so many.
Murph is telling Bauers the truth. The game has changed dramatically with the massive injections of money at every level. Players are beginning to forget what competition and athletics are really about. It isn’t about getting that “bag.” Getting paid is amazing and can change a person’s life forever, maybe even generationally. But nothing can replace being a champion, nothing can replace true bonds and a brotherhood that lasts well past your playing days. No amount of money can do that.
Texas football’s roster cost something like 45 million dollars and they have struggled this season. Do they have the right ingredients or just a roster that looks good on paper? We can’t be sure yet, maybe they will come together and do something special - the fact is, they will have to, because you don't get wins for just being talented.
Regardless, it goes to show that while money can surely help a team or organization win, it can’t complete the job without the magic that is the right ingredients and a locker room playing for each other.
And that is what Murph did and why the Brewers had one of the most dominant seasons in history.
People call being a sports fan a one-sided relationship. You give a team decades, and it doesn’t even know your name.
Then you see a video like this. An 81-year-old man in a Brewers jersey, crying, with his wife next to him, watching his team win the World Series. The Brewers came to Milwaukee in 1970, when he was about 25. They made the World Series once, in 1982, and lost in seven games. He waited 56 years, through decades of losing seasons, to see this. You don’t see an 81-year-old in that video. You see the kid who started rooting for them.
The psychologist Daniel Wann has spent years studying why fans stay. His research found that identifying with a local team gives people real connections: the friends you watch with, the strangers you high-five, the shared language of a city. In one of his studies of older fans, with an average age around 71, people who identified more strongly with a local team reported feeling less lonely.
So maybe it’s not as one-sided as it looks. The team never learns his name. But it gave him 56 years of people to share it with, and one night he’ll never forget.
#Brewers Pat Murphy on the championship parade this Friday and what it means to the fans, the city of Milwaukee and the state of Wisconsin:
"We didn't get picked to win the division by one outlet. We didn't get picked to win over 85 games by anybody... but those fans of ours, they picked us."
Jake Bauers gifted Pat Murphy the final out ball. Murphy thanked him and told him
“You’re gonna be a rich fucker. Just remember when you’re on that horse shit Yankee team and you’re all playing for yourselves….just remember this is way we used to do it”
#ThisIsMyCrew
Growing up a Brewers fan, there was just one year: 1982. The only World Series appearance. Yount, Molitor, Fingers. Lost in 7 games.
They didn't even make the playoffs again until 2008. Wild card. Braun home run to beat the Cubs on the last day of the season, then still needing the Mets to lose. Never had a fanbase celebrated so hard for barely squeaking into the postseason.
Then, the last few years. Good enough to consistently make the playoffs but not win. Are we cursed? Can a low payroll team win?
And now there's finally a new year: 2026. Contreras, Chourio, Miz. 103 wins. Postseason domination. World champs.
As a neutral observer, that Milwaukee Brewers playoff run was one of the most enjoyable and admirable World Series runs I’ve ever watched.
What a beautiful team, from top to bottom, and what an example of what the sport can be moving forward.
Congrats to every Brewer fan 🍾
Another wisdom drop from Pat Murphy...
"You've got a job to do. This is not about you. If you're nervous, that's about you."
@FoulTerritoryTV | #WorldSeries
Somewhere in baseball heaven at a dive bar Bob Uecker is smiling down getting absolutely licked tonight. I'm not even a Brewer fan I must admit. But god dammit does it bring a tear to my chin thinking about all the piss tanks that deserve this is the beautiful state of Wisconsin. As a kid that grew up in Dane County, Verona WI, I often found myself cheering against a lot of my buddies. I am a Cubs fan for whatever reason, that's the team my dad put me on. Whatever, that's baseball. But after a win like this it gives me flashbacks of pulling up to my buddy Spencer Schultz's house on Mark Dr in my 10 speed Mongoose and his dad the late and great Jeff Schultz would just be half cocked listening to a matinee via the radio. He worked night shifts at the US Postal Office Hub in Madison.. and by the time he woke up from a dirt nap, ate breakfast, and had a cold one or 6 for good measure, he would have the game on the radio dial out in the garage listening to the man, the myth, the legend Robert Bob Uecker. It was then as a 12 year old kid I realized how special Ueker was. That true Wisconsinites and Brewer fans such as Jeff would much rather listen to the radio vs watch the game. Or even have both going type of thing. I didn't even want to booze tonight but the more I think about it, and the more I think about my buddies father, who hammered room temp PBR with the best of em, I might have to go grab a 6 pack. I can't even fathom how happy Schultz must be right now. An iconic hometown legend and salt of the earth type chin. Cheers Jeff, Cheers Schultz. I bet at that Dive Bar right now Jeff and Bobby are having more than a bakers dozen. and to everyone back in Wisconsin, I love you. Go enjoy it. You earned it. Shoutout Spike Riley too💛💙🍻. Keeper pinned boys!!
-JS