Third day in a row for the bacon and onion dog. I will probably have the same again tomorrow. I have some bacon that needs to be cooked
before it goes bad.
It is such a delicious dog I have to fight the urge to have
two.
Today on my Instagram feed there was a guy, Rev Cianco, who went to 52 baseball parks looking for the best dog. He ate only a plain dog with mustard to
equalize the field. The Fenway Frank (Boston) came in
at number 6, and second highest major league dog behind the Chicago Cubs hot
dog. The best dog Rev had was at the Reading
Fighting Phils Double A ballpark in Reading, Pennsylvania.
I have to admire him. Once I loved traveling. I would hop in a car and drive ten hours to see a friend. I crossed the country by thumb, by bus, by train, by car. I was Jack Kerouac. Now, it is an effort for me to do much other than go to the grocery store. My middle daughter is getting married in Jamaica next year and the thought of getting on a plane fills me dread. Mostly it is because at 6 7 I dread the reclining seat battle I will have to face, but is also, I just like being home. My youngest daughter's college basketball team is supposed to go to Greece next year for a trip. My wife wants to go, but it fills me with dread. Maybe if they have special hot dogs there I could be persuaded. I feel I am becoming an old man. Maybe hot dogs will get me on a plane. Maybe hot dogs will bring back the full adventure.
One of these days I am going to have a mustard dog. That would be an adventurous thing to do, but not
tonight or tomorrow. Its bacon and
grilled onions for me.
102 dogs on the radar gun.