Milwaukee winters go on forever. Last night at Little League the temperature was in the low 40s and the wind was howling out of the north at 25 miles per hour. My son hit a blast that might have gotten out over the left-field fence if it hadn't been hit into the wind; the leftfielder caught it in deep left. We won, 13-11, but the main feeling we took away was... cold. Bone-chilling, teeth-chattering, finger-numbing cold.
So we need us some beaches, so to speak:
Just sayin'.
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