Delicious seats

Last night, in a fit of congeniality, Dr. Wife and I attended a RedHawks game (check out that style!) with our friends: The Artist Formerly Known as J-Lo and Noted Photographer Nate Billings.

I'd like to say we came for the pleasure of one another's company, and that was certainly part of it, but I get the feeling Nate and I were most interested in exploring the forbidden world of All-You-Can-Eat Seats.

For $20 -- about $11 more than the price of admission alone -- patrons are given entrance to the game and a bracelet granting them unlimited hot dogs, popcorn, cotton candy, peanuts, nachos and (non-alcoholic) drinks from the concession stand.

Noted Photographer Nate Billings was at his best in rationalizing the cost, reasoning that he would certainly spend more than $11 on refreshments, especially at the ballpark's price-gouging rates. Of course he willingly left out the 2-for-1 admission he could get with his City Arts Card, which he admitted, but I wasn't about to talk him out of it. I, too, wanted to eat a shitload of hot dogs.

The problem, of course, is that All-You-Can-Eat scenarios make responsible eating options see unviable. You paid for the seats. You paid for the "buffet." You had better eat all you can or else the vendor/stadium/Scott Pruitt "wins" by making a profit off you -- which they have every right to do.

So, today, I'm trying to get back to being good. Exercise. Eating vegetables. Drinking water. And I'm trying to remember that, rather than stuff my face with crap, I should eat foods that are healthy and satisfying and good.

Still, eating a shitload of hot dogs is fun. I foresee a future in which I do it again.