As a proud Chicagoan, I’m always weary whenever I have venture north into the land of cheese. If I have to pull out my ID I get groans and comments on the Bears and their crappy ownership. I get called a FIB and service takes a little longer in restaurants. I don’t blame these people for taking it out on me, I would act the same way if I were from Wisconsin. Milling about in fields, chewing on slices of Kraft American cheese in your Brett Favre jersey can make you a bitter person towards Chicago and the greatest basketball dynasty known to human history. It’s cool. Watch your Bucks. Enjoy yourself.
Dana White is now in Wisconsin, so he hit up the state fair, taking down a funnel cake, a fried snickers and some fried cheddar. Then he contemplates a maple bacon sundae. Incredible.