Going to a football-heavy college, I quickly learned that all of the cute boys went to football games – so I went to football games. Ladies, here’s a bit of advice: Football games are not the place to land a cute guy. It seems like a perfect situation – be where the boys are, stand shoulder to shoulder for hours at a time, have common interests – but it turns out, boys actually watch the game… and care about it. Sure, they’re all open and inviting when you say you want watch the game, and they may even nod their head when you try to talk to them field goal or whatever, but their focus is football and football only. After a few failed attempts at my first football game to strike up a conversation and a death glare or two for talking when our team was losing, I wandered to the concessions stands where I discovered what football is really about: the food.

Oh, the food! Imagine what a 5-year-old would eat if given free reign of a grocery store and times it by ten. Stands full of kettle corn, cotton candy, churros and other deep-fried deliciousness; there isn’t a single vegetable or piece of fruit in sight. And this is only the mid-game food. Don’t even get me started on the tailgates that flow with nacho cheese, cheap beer, dips, chips and meatballs. It’s like a real life Willy Wonka factory. Can you tell me any other time when you can have jello shots and hot dogs for breakfast and not be judged? Exactly. Football games are like some magical alternate universe where you can eat things that may or may not even be considered food and it means nothing (at least that’s what I tell myself)!

So this Super Bowl Sunday, I’m went all out for my favorite team – team food. While my friends were gathered around the TV, cheering on whoever was playing at the party, I was gathered around the table, helping the chips tackle the dip.

Go Gluttons!

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