Not Quite Finally
The only problem with the baseball game, is my favorite memories of baseball games always included food. The peanuts and hot dogs (to be cliche), but more importantly, those wonderful Ice Cream cones, the giant waffle ones with the classic whip cream and cherry and all the goodies mixed in. I get hungry just thinking about that stuff, I loved the food more than the game. When I was in high school we used to go to minor league ball games in Memphis, the Memphis “Red Birds.” The team was awful, but the Memphis barbecue was grand. One of the vendors especially made barbecue nachos. Impossible to beat, sloppy as hell, and pretty damn cheap too.
But right now I’m on a diet, so all that flies right out the window. I’m on a low carb diet which specifically rules out the ice cream sundae, and any sort of nachos. I guess I could do the peanuts, or possibly the hot dog without the bun. But that’s no fun at all. I’m trying to get washboard abs, and baseball just doesn’t help with that goal (at least the way I do baseball). Ah, well, I’ll probably go anyway, this time I’ll have to enjoy the game instead.
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