NFL Offers Variety of Unhealthy Dining Options

By Chris Mottram
Chris will be blogging from somewhere in Arizona all week where apparently a game is happening. He promises to not once mention anything that might actually occur on the field of play.⇥
It’s no secret that members of the sports media are not exactly physical specimens (with the obvious except of yours truly, although I’m not really part of the media). But being at my first major sporting event with credentials around my neck has helped me realize why many of these guys are at risk for heart disease: There is free food everywhere.
You can try to avoid it all you want, but you will inevitably fail.
You are welcomed by a table full of danishes and muffins upon walking into the media center in the morning. They couldn’t offer, say, a bagel or perhaps an English muffin. No, they had to go with the puff pastry product topped with some sort of colored sugar.
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Some time around 11 AM, this spread is replaced with an assortment of trail mix, chips, various Frito-Lay products and two choices of dip: Spinach and French Onion. If your arteries aren’t completely clogged yet, you can move about 50 feet to the popcorn cart which is conveniently placed near the entrance to Radio Row (sidenote: this is also the area where I had my first Colin Cowherd spotting. He even eats annoyingly).
Once in Radio Row, you can feel free to help yourself to about 2,000 tiny cups of Cold Stone ice cream. But now you’ve had desert before eating lunch, so you’re gonna want to hang a U-turn, and head back upstairs to get some of that free pizza.
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This, of course, creates a problem because now you have to come back down the escalator (don’t you DARE take the stairs). And you know what’s at the bottom of said escalator? That chips and dips table. And the popcorn cart. Followed by the ice cream.
So you get the idea. This, mixed with sitting on your butt for about 10 hours a day, is a devastating combo.
But there is hope. I totally saw Miss Nevada grubbin’ on some of that free pizza today. And she’s neither fat nor ugly.↵