I’ve always wanted to visit Wisconsin in the summertime. For two weeks it’s 85 degrees. Cars and minivans traded in for boats. Meat can only be turned from pink to brown on a grill. Everyone is hammered drunk, even the wildlife, as they celebrate shaking off the ice, escaping teeth smashing shivering, and finally be able to see their genitals again. It’s All Summer In A Day as the people of Wisconsin partake in their pagan rituals to finally shine in our amazing sun’s goodness and light. Isn’t our sun an amazing one?
With the Texans up in Green Bay, I’ll have to live vicariously through them for now.