Buy me some peanuts and that other stuff

Opening Day is Thursday. As a frequent attendee out at Nationals Park here in DC, I’m psyched up. On rare occasions I allow myself some Cracker Jack while I’m at a game, and oddly enough it’s one of the healthier ballpark foods — everything else seems to be an overpriced varation of fried lard. “Antioxidant” is a term that ceases to exist once you go through the turnstiles. In that realm a caramel-coated confection almost counts as a salad.

I can’t wait.