Months ago we bought tickets to a baseball game tonight. It's the middle of July. It's Mich's favorite team. And we expected a game where we happily sweat in our seats eating hot dogs and nachos.
What happened instead?
It was 65º F and raining the whole time. That is not summer weather. Hell, I could deal with the rain if it wasn't freaking 30º F below what it's supposed to be at this time of year!
Chicago, are you trying to make me move to the land I hate the most, California?
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