It's only the first week in May, and there's a hell of a lot of baseball to play, but something interesting has happened: The Milwaukee Brewers have the best record in baseball. A team that went 75-87 last season and finished 4th in the abysmal NL Central division is playing the best baseball in the league.

This seems to be a trend in the Majors over the last few years. A perennial cellar dweller makes a few moves in the off season, or finally gets everyone on the same page, or possibly makes a deal with Beelzebub and completely turns the team around. Early in the 2007 season, this year’s team seems to be the Brewers. The real question is: what have they done to turn team around? What's around this season that has the team at 18-9 when they've had one .500 season since 1993?

It's not the five players they have batting above the .300 mark. It's not the solid pitching staff they've put together or the fact that Francisco Cordero has been absolutely shut down giving up only two hits in 12 appearances this season. It's not even the fact that they have Tony Gwynn AND Cecil Fielder's sons. No, the transformation of the 2007 Brewers goes back to something that happened in 2006.

On July 27, 2006 the Brewers gave the public a sneak peak at their attack plan for the following season. On that fateful day, we were all introduced El Picante, that racing Chorizo. Following his one-day appearance, El Picante was put away in a bunker one and a half miles below the Earth's surface for protection, not unlike the vice president.

Once the 2007 season rolled around, El was unleashed on Major League Baseball when he was made a permanent fixture of the famed Sausage Races. Now the Brewers are in first place in the NL Central, have the best record in baseball, and look to destroy all that lay in their path.

And for this, they have one spicy sausage to thank. Chorizo for President! Chorizo on Mount Rushmore! A Chorizo for every man, woman, and child in America! El Picante, the racing Chorizo for MVP, I say! But alas, the biases of those who vote for the MVP would never put a sausage into office. I wish that someday soon, we can all live together, dogs and cats, man and sausage, monkey and robot, in harmony.