Here’s to the Monkees and the 1987 Brewers

It was during a 13-0 start in 1987 that I’m a Believer became the celebratory anthem of County Stadium, and it retains a special place in the hearts of a generation of Brewers’ fans.

I thought back to that year–and that song–this week upon hearing of the death of Davy Jones, lead singer of The Monkees. It’s not clear at what point the song was first played during the 13-game winning streak, according to Laurel Prieb, a former Brewers‘ executive.

I told him I could still hear the song ringing in my ears from all the times I heard it that year. Actually, I was under the impression it had been played over a stretch of several years.

It wasn’t but my memory was magnified by the fact that the team I was covering that the Orioles team I was covering that season went 0-6 at County Stadium.

And to Brewers‘ fan, it took on a magical quality on Easter Sunday, April 19, when Dale Sveum’s two-out, two-run home run in the bottom of the ninth inning completed a five-year rally in a 6-4 victory over the Rangers.

I’m a Believer played over and over as a crowd of 29,357 stood and cheered a 12-0 start. After that, it was played at the end of every Brewers’ home victory.

That season was an amazing one for the Brewers. In the first two months of the season, they had both a 13-game winning streak and a 12-game losing streak. The Brewers had the American League’s third-best record that season at 91-71, but didn’t come close to making the playoffs, finishing seven games behind the Tigers in the American League East.

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Speaking of the Monkees, Michael Nesmith was a pretty good Houstonian, just a couple of clicks below Richard Linklater.

Nesmith won The Golden Enchilada Award twice.

As a Monkee, he earned his first fortune, then his mom, who was secretary, invented White Out.

She eventually sold the company for a lot of pesos, then died a few months later. The grief stricken Monkee pocketed 20MM.

Davey had the voice and sex appeal, but Nesmith was the luckiest musician since Ringo Starr.

His luck ran out, though. He aged badly. He now resembles Mr. Smithers.

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