#Sconniepride

I spend a considerable amount of time on this blog talking about how much I love Minnesota and how many happy memories the Twin Cities have provided me with. But, let it be known, I am a Wisconsin girl, through and through. Milwaukee stole my heart from a young age and no matter what city I may visit or temporarily call home, Milwaukee is my first love and will always be my home.

And seriously? After this weekend? I am BEAMING with pride. And, as long as we're clearing things up, let it also be known, this is not a fair weather fan / bandwagon jumping situation. I was at a game at Lambeau field before the age of 1. I attended many Brewer games from the womb. And although I was born in Milwaukee, I moved to Madison on day 2 of my life and spent some time there too. In 6th grade when told we needed to give a speech about something Wisconsin, I chose Vince Lombardi. I memorized the speech. I think it made my dad cry. At 11, I stalked Jeff Cirillo so hard he recognized me as "that girl who was screaming a lot" from an away game in Cincinnati. We were thrilled when we learned Gorman Thomas lived a few houses down from my parents house. And him AND Mark Chmura attended our church. My dad played back yard football with some of the Green Bay greats. My nephew was named after a Brewer. We are Wisconsin sports fans through and through. We've stuck by them through the not so great seasons.

And finally all 27 years of allegiance has paid off. This weekend was probably one of the best weekends a Wisconsin sports fan could have. I went to bed early on Friday and it kind of felt like Christmas Eve. Except when I woke up, Christmas came four times and lasted 2 days.

Our Brewers bookended the weekend with wins against the Diamondbacks. Beast mode was in full effect. Saturday night the Badgers gave the Cornhuskers one hell of a welcome to the Big Ten. (It should also be noted here that the Gophers lost 58-0 to Michigan. I love the U more than I probably should love an inanimate object, but wowza...not sure about Gopher Football!) Sunday was the holy grail. Kick-off at 3:15, first pitch at 4:07. We flipped back and forth (couldn't figure out picture in picture at my rents). I cried at least 3 times. I switched T-shirts often. Blue to red, then back to blue, then on to green.

Truthfully, I'll always love "my boys." But watching them play this weekend reminded me why. They have fun. At the end of the Brewer game Prince Fielder literally skipped through as he high fived his team mates. Even Grienke, the anxious pitcher, gave a little baby beast mode (which took the cake as the cutest part of the game.) Rodgers had one of the best games of his career, and set an NFL record. And he got to throw on the belt a few times. Donald Driver, one of our most beloved boys, threw some dirt on that injury and came back in to score a touch down.

As Doug Russell pointed out in his blog, "We have the reigning Super Bowl, Big Ten football, National League Central Division, Division III football, MISL and NCAA women's hockey champions all residing here in our little hard-working, out of the way, flyover state. "

My intentions are not to rub this in the face of fans of any other teams. I know there will come a time again when someone else takes their reign on top. But for now, in this year, it feels DAMN good to be a Wisconsin sports fan.