There was a kid on the row in front of me at the Vegas Bowl who scarfed three boxes of popcorn, two of those churros they were selling, two hot chocolates, and a bag of cotton candy. He couldn't have been more than 10 years old, and I really think he weighed more than me. His dad just kept buying him crap to eat, presumably to keep him quiet so dad could watch the game. It was gross and sad at the same time.
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