No More Hot Dogs. No More Burgers. No More Chicken. No More Brats. No More Food. Go Away. There are few things in this world more terrifying than High School Athletics. In high school, the jocks were always a point of animosity (as a whole, individuals were ok). The football games were fun only because we band geeks could huddle together and glare as a whole. The only thing more terrifying than a player, though, is a fan. These painted patrons were my company tonight as I dished out food for a high school basketball tournament. Twelve of us, thousands of them, and two hours later I'm ready to crawl into a corner for the night.
First, though, I must shower. I smell like rotton hotdogs.  ¶   0 comments