A fan orders McDonalds at the Loyola-Duquesne basketball game, AEW

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If you are not familiar @FootyScran on Twitter, and judging by their follower count you probably are, you should correct that. It’s a Twitter feed that documents some of the horrors and rare joys that pass as food in various football stadiums around the world. If you think you know what the English define as cuisine, trust me you don’t. For example, here’s this gut busting wait you can have at the Etihad in Manchester:

Well, college basketball had its own bastard version last night, as some desperate and headstrong soul decided (I think it’s feminism because it claims no woman can sink to those depths, but I definitely know a few who probably could) she just had to have quarter pounder during last night’s Loyola-Duquesne game in Pittsburgh:

Many wondered how the delivery man could even get into the arena, but apparently, they underestimate security’s sense of humor. Also, remember Jesse Winker got a pizza once in the Angels Club. After all, everyone wants a story to tell. Yes, it says something about America that you can sneak anything into an arena or stadium, as long as you present it as an artery-clogging person, but we know who we are.

I like that

Look, there was a time when all we needed was McDonald’s. Not a cheeseburger, but a McDonald’s. That is another matter and nothing else will do. It’s almost certainly when you’re so hungover that your teeth sweat and hurt. And maybe this person, late Wednesday night, was that hungover. Although students should shake them off by 11am.m. at the latest, and if this was a 40-year-old in a death grip all day hangover (it’ll happen to you kids!) and I just couldn’t take it anymore, I can’t decide if I want to say hello or have them euthanized for their sake and probably for society’s sake.

My spidey sense signals that this is some kind of internet ploy/scam for a Super Bowl commercial, and hey, DoorDash was trending last night. Or maybe it was Uber Eats. Whatever, they’re all evil and killing local businesses. And while it’s fine if they want to rob a McDonald’s (they don’t), if you’re in a place where you have to get Mickey D was delivered to you, you should have taken the one on the left in Albuquerque, my friend.

I’m relieved that there is a conversation about Loyola that doesn’t include Sister Jean. Tired of her bullshit.

I’m a crying adult at wrestling again

They are there obviously lots of layers on Jay Briscoe’s death last week, which we have covered. And I don’t have the history or familiarity with ROH and the Briscoes prior to this year to really justify the impact. What I do know is that AEW CEO Tony Khan fought hard with Turner-Discovery to get a tribute match at “Dynamite” last night, given the company’s aversion to the Briscoes ever being on TV.

It was obvious why, as Jay’s brother, Evaluation, and Jay Lethal provided the kind of grief and catharsis that only wrestling can indulge in. Namely:

Although I may put in my will that my ashes have to be elbowed through the table, except it’s probably in every Bills M’s willafia.

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