It's probably no secret to most of you, but I really don't care much for Wisconsin.
I'm not a big fan of brats,and aside from pizza or nachos, I don't really put cheese on anything. I also happen to be allergic to snow, but even if I weren't, I have a strong belief that no one should have to live in a climate where on occasion it gets cold enough for your eyeballs to freeze.
But yesterday, my distaste for all things Wisconsin changed just a bit when I had to take Matthew early to his game so he could warm up.
I sat relaxing in the bleachers on the verge of July, reading a book with none of my other kids around. It was sunny, not quite 70, and just when you were starting to worry that you might get too warm, the few white puffy clouds that were floating across the sky, would come and block the sun's rays and a gentle breeze would trickle through the ballpark. Then, just went you started to worry you might start to feel a bit cold, the sun would break through the clouds, and it's rays would ever so lightly kiss your face again, and it was then, at a Little League field in Burlington, Wisconsin that this Southern girl at heart got a savory little slice of some Mid-western heaven.
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