Bill Simmons Comes to Wisconsin

Bill Simmons, sports writer extrodinaire, has a running diary of a weekend he spent in Wisconsin.  I love his writing, and find him amusing, but come on, Wisconsin doesn't have that much of an accent.  His sterotyping of Wisconsinsites is a little cruel, we're definitely not living in 1992 (it's a comfortable 1996).  Either way, he has a few good points in his story.

We've passed at least 10 signs for cheese-related stores or foods so far. You have to hand it to Wisconsin: The people here have listened to every health-related study from the past 25 years -- watch out for fried foods, butter and cheese, beware of heavy beer, make sure you eat enough vegetables and fruit, try to exercise as much as possible -- and basically said, "You know what? If it ain't broke, don't fix it." I love Wisconsin.

See what Simmons gets wrong here is that we really haven't listened.  We were too busy eating.

The Lambeau atmostphere makes it official -- the person who invented tailgating should go straight to Sweden to pick up their Nobel Prize.

He nailed that one right on.  I'm off to eat a half-pound cheeseburger, french fries, and watch some football.