Gluttony Night at the Dome

Sorry I picked up on this late, because you wouldn't have missed this. The Minnesota Twins held a small event during games yesterday and today. For $33, fans could get an upper level seat and UNLIMITED concession stand food. That's equal parts brilliant and revolting, depending on your love for standard sporting event fare. Of course, each person was limited to two items per trip through the line. And obviously you had to consume both items before re-entering the line (unless you were crafty and wore well-pocketed pants, as one fan gloated in today's paper).

Yeah it's kinda (extremely) gross, envisioning a guy literally cramming a dog and nachos down his throat just as he hops back in line for the fourth go around. But consider this: that guy has been going to games all his life, getting ripped off all the way. Today, AD 2008, he must part with $10 for just a hot dog, drink and chips. It's about time he was rewarded, and in the form of nachos, giant pretzels, and malt cups galore. I say bless him. And now get him in for his yearly check-up, stat.

ACT(W) for April 14, 2008

Friend, I wager either you've forgotten what the ACT(W) is or you've never heard of it. Refer back to the post about a penguin from Hello Kitty. Yes that actually happened, it's not even archived yet!


(It stands for Arbitrarily Chosen Thing of the Week).


And for the second time ever, an ACT(W) will now be unleashed on at least 7 or 8 people:


CHRIS & LARRY'S™ CLODHOPPERS®!!!
















It is not a joke. Looks and sounds like one, but how much effort do you think really goes into this post? It took longer to write these last few sentences than it did to cut that off the official page. Which happens to be clodhoppers.tv, (just skip to http://www.clodhoppers.tv/about.html).

There's nothing to compare this stuff to. Truly. But surely, say you, surely these guys didn't just invent a never before seen junk food. Not after all these years. Everything's old hat, everything's borrowed. Well what if I told you it was Grandma's own specialty? Different story, eh? (the eh ties in, wait for it) Every Grandma has some recipe enitrely her own.

Turns out Grandma Emery's (possibly not her last name, but it's 50/50 I think) featured clusters of graham cracker bits and fudge. And she called them Clodhoppers. And now, year 2008, I bought some while waiting in line at Blockbuster.


Good news/bad news though. Good: Immediate and hopeless addiction was unleashed upon all who tasted from that bag. Bad: These things barely exist outside of Canada (where they're born. another obligatory "eh"). Blockbuster seems to be the only outpost round here.

Fortunately, said website offers online ordering. Guess who's going to order a 24 bag case?