On Saturday I attended Boise State’s destruction of Connecticut, and I took a moment at halftime to check out the stadium food options.
I recognized most of the vendors from games past. But I also discovered something new and delightful: a pizza cone stand.
Seeing this stand caused a brief internal struggle. It went something like this:
ME: It’s after 10pm. Should I eat something called a pizza cone?
MY COLON: That’s gonna be a no for me dawg.