I was at Dollar Dog night, and the problem is the lines, which averaged, so I'm told and I believe it, over 50 minutes. Mrs. Jazz wanted a couple of dogs in the third, and I said sure, I'll see you in the sixth. At it turned out, I was missing so much of the game I returned to our seats empty handed. The dogs are sold at various regular food stands, which make it impossible to get food at those places other than dogs.
Turns out, when you have to wait 50 minutes for 2 dogs, you've going to get four or five of them. And that means plenty of potential food fight ammunition because, let's face it, these cold, greasy tubes make for better tossing than eating. The food fight wasn't in my section, but it seemed to be just a bunch of pholks having phun, long tossing dogs to their phellow phans without the benefit of the Phanatic's cannon.
