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Thanks to everyone who has been sending in reports and pictures from Saturday’s Blue/White game. I mentioned how my friends were preparing deep fried and battered White Castle burgers for their tailgate. If you missed last week’s discussion, you can get a backgrounder here. Here’s a look at the carnage, as well as some pictures from the always tremendous Marco at Just Call Me Juice. There’s still plenty of time to send in your thoughts about the game and the atmosphere — all commentary should be addressed to runupthescore at gmail.com for a good time.

Before we dive into the artery-clogging goodness, a friend of mine is selling his PlayStation 3 on the eBays. If you’re in the market for such a purchase, check out his auction here. It’s an excellent price for a system that was only used for one day.

Now, let’s get to the deep frying.

The process

 

The product

 

The subsequent massive coronary

As for our chef’s summary of the experience (which is just too precious for me to edit in even the slightest way):

Now, for the important stuff: Deep fried White Castle burgers. They were the best worst thing I’ve ever eaten. They taste delicious - warm, cheesy, rich…. truly an orgasmic experience. However, about five minutes after eating it, you realize that your cholestorol is now 685, and you actually hear the sound of arteries hardening. Not a comfortable state of being. While it tasted delicious, its probably not worth taking five years off your life per deep fried slider. They may make a reappearance for a big game, but likely won’t be added to the menu.

So, I ultimately realized it was nothing more than an ostentatious display of power. Much like driving a Bentley, owning a yacht, or marrying a trophy wife, deep frying White Castle burgers was an exercise in showing off our juice. Now, we’re drunk on the knowledge that we’ve taken it to the next level and can easily do it again - You brought up some hoagies? We deep fried a llama. You made chili? We deep fried your innocence. You made ribs? We fried a Hyundai. You brought up a futon to hang out on and an ice luge to drink from? Hold on while i cover them in batter and dunk them in hot oil.

We didn’t invent deep frying strange things, but for a brief period of time on a perfect day, we mastered the task.

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Meanwhile, Marco was good enough to capture the scene out in the fields. He’s also working on a terrific project that you should check out — The Terrible Jersey Hall Of Fame:

Nice work, everyone. I’ll be posting your game reports tomorrow, in conjunction with the Wednesday tradition you’ve come to know and love — Blue and White Roundtable.

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