I went to a hockey game, well, at least in theory. I just ate the whole time. It was free food night for season ticket holder and my buddy got me a ticket. I barely ate all day, so when I got there, I downed $15 worth of food. For those who have never been to a pro sports event, that means I had $6.50 worth of value. The breadsticks were awful and the pizza was acceptable, if not OK. Congrats, food eaten. Oh, but it didn’t stop there.
My other “pal” decided to find the most expensive food, which I did. We all four got steak sandwiches with fries (normally $12.50). I didn’t even want it, but I got it b/c hell if I’m a pussy. I ate the very dry steak surrounded my a pound of bread and the fries. Yes, I did it! Now I will feel like shit the WHOLE night, not just for an hour. Fast forward to midnight when I’m hovering over the bowl with gastric acid and marinara sauce pouring from my gut. Thanks ego! See you tomorrow, toilet, for the follow up performance!