So the Riders won on Saturday night but from what you see on the forums and hear on the radio you'd think the Riders were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked, to paraphrase Homer Simpson. We are on a 4 game win streak. Chick is more than a beast, he's a monster that eats beasts and quarterbacks for breakfast. Durant is fine. He's Durant. Happy to see Taj back. Little choked at Milo. Refs sucked. Bagg was great. Uniforms were actually kind of cool - think they look better on players than the version the fans get. Everything has been talked to death so I feel like talking about what was really important to me at Saturday's game (beside the fact that we did win).
I finally tried the Elephant Ear.
I kept seeing people walking by with them game after game, year after year and salivating. All that sugar crusted pastry covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce? What could be not awesome about that? Well, the only thing that gave me pause was seeing countless toddlers covered head to toe in whipped cream and chocolate sauce and thinking -knowing- that I would fare no better were I to indulge in said treat.
Well, this time I decided to get to the stadium extra early so that we would have the entire row to ourselves, and nobody in front (likely poor Janice) for me to drip sauce on. I got my drink tokens, picked up my 2 Pilsners that I have every game (no more than 2 because a) I have to drive; b) I'm too cheap to buy more than that at stadium prices, and c) more than anything I hate having to go to the bathroom there, doing the pee pee dance in line at halftime while sloshing through mystery stadium bathroom floor liquids in my sandals) then went back for the elephant ear. The lady at the concession asked if I wanted chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and I said "Of course!" confident that conditions were ideal to splurge and indulge. Besides, just like at coffee shops when ordering lattes etc. - that's a silly question. Of course I want whipped cream and chocolate sauce. It's as silly as asking me if I want bacon on that.
Well I took it back to my seat and wasted no time tearing into it. It was deeeee-licious. A little tough, a little crispy maybe, but as the whipped cream soaked into the pastry it softened up enough. I did have it all over my face at one point, as my wife pointed out (it's an important and sadly oft- needed duty she performs for me whenever in public) but miraculously managed to keep my jersey chocolate-free, though that gleaming white number 4 on my chest seemed to be screaming out to share the elephant ear goodness. I didn't even touch my beer until after I was done because I was certain I would need control of all of my faculties to avoid looking like one of those sticky toddler messes that had scared me away before. Not sure I would get it again because it was actually quite filling and I was kind of elephant eared out by the end of it but I don't regret it.
Anyway. TL:DR (too long, didn't read) - I had an elephant ear. It was good. Riders won.
I finally tried the Elephant Ear.
I kept seeing people walking by with them game after game, year after year and salivating. All that sugar crusted pastry covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce? What could be not awesome about that? Well, the only thing that gave me pause was seeing countless toddlers covered head to toe in whipped cream and chocolate sauce and thinking -knowing- that I would fare no better were I to indulge in said treat.
Well, this time I decided to get to the stadium extra early so that we would have the entire row to ourselves, and nobody in front (likely poor Janice) for me to drip sauce on. I got my drink tokens, picked up my 2 Pilsners that I have every game (no more than 2 because a) I have to drive; b) I'm too cheap to buy more than that at stadium prices, and c) more than anything I hate having to go to the bathroom there, doing the pee pee dance in line at halftime while sloshing through mystery stadium bathroom floor liquids in my sandals) then went back for the elephant ear. The lady at the concession asked if I wanted chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and I said "Of course!" confident that conditions were ideal to splurge and indulge. Besides, just like at coffee shops when ordering lattes etc. - that's a silly question. Of course I want whipped cream and chocolate sauce. It's as silly as asking me if I want bacon on that.
Well I took it back to my seat and wasted no time tearing into it. It was deeeee-licious. A little tough, a little crispy maybe, but as the whipped cream soaked into the pastry it softened up enough. I did have it all over my face at one point, as my wife pointed out (it's an important and sadly oft- needed duty she performs for me whenever in public) but miraculously managed to keep my jersey chocolate-free, though that gleaming white number 4 on my chest seemed to be screaming out to share the elephant ear goodness. I didn't even touch my beer until after I was done because I was certain I would need control of all of my faculties to avoid looking like one of those sticky toddler messes that had scared me away before. Not sure I would get it again because it was actually quite filling and I was kind of elephant eared out by the end of it but I don't regret it.
Anyway. TL:DR (too long, didn't read) - I had an elephant ear. It was good. Riders won.