My feelings I shared on Facebook this morning after letting it soak in a bit. Going to ride this feeling for a long time. Being a Wisconsin sports fan is not for the faint of heart. Far away from the bright city lights on both oceanic coasts, a collection of athletes come together, forming teams that are largely rooted for by blue collar workers and farmers. Folks who's work ethic demands the same from the small market stars they scream for with the same vigor as their urban counterparts. World Championships are few and far between for those that love the programs that call Wisconsin home. They aren't bought. Rather they are earned. It takes longer to do something the "right way". Just like a farmer knows to harvest when the crop is ripe, waiting out the process sure makes the fruit sweeter no matter how hungry you become by the wait. Being a Bucks fan wasn't mandatory and it sure wasn't easy. I remember my Dad taking me to the Bradley Center to watch Allen Iverson/Sixers in 1996. The city/state hadn't sniffed success really in years. The Brewers had been bad for 14 years. The Bucks hadn't won a playoff series for 12 years. The Packers were coming on with Favre but were experiencing heartbreak to the Cowboys every January. I looked up at the rafters and saw 1 single banner from 1971, yet the Bradley Center arena was full of hopeful fans who were hungry for their City, for their Milwaukee, to ascend the mountain. We all showed up, albeit to see Allen Iverson, but to be entertained for one night in a largely meaningless mid-week basketball game. For me, the start of a journey of being a Milwaukee Bucks fan when being a Milwaukee Bucks fan didn't mean anything but disappointment. A faraway dream, with a lot more resting inside the heart than inside the brain. As a young impressionable sports nut, it would have been easy and fulfilling to root for the Jordans instead of the Ray Allen. To take stock in David Robinson or Lebron James instead of Andrew Bogut or Michael Redd. But as predictable as the fall watermelon, the taste was worth the wait. Loyalty and patience was rewarded. Success was delivered by the guy(s) that took those same small-market, nose to the grindstone values and stomped on large market ideologies on their way to the top. Giannis didn't bolt for LA or Philly or Brooklyn or Miami or Houston, but instead he said, "This is my City and I don't leave until WE win one" Ownership didn't buy a star, they drafted one and then rewarded him with what the market demanded. Ownership didn't make phone calls from yachts in the bay and draw Middleton and Holiday to Milwaukee to be overwhelming favorites and play out the string to hoist a trophy...they drafted them and traded for them and said, "work hard and WE could be special". Special it is to have done it in the only way a Wisconsin sports organization knows how. Tireless effort on years and years of unwavering hope. Milwaukee, you are World Champions and while we may have to wait another 50 years, they can never take it away from you. #MKE #MyCity #TheDeerWereFeared #2021NBAWORLDCHAMPIONS