It just goes to show you that you never know where an innocent blog post will take you.
I don’t much care about My Conference Can Beat Up Your Conference arguments. Every conference has things they are good at. The ACC and Big East are great basketball conferences, the Pac-12 dominates any sport that people don’t much want to watch and they are our equals at baseball, the Big 12 is good at whatever the hell Texas feels like being good at this year, and the Big Ten is good at being arrogant and looking down on the rest of us. But I don’t get my rocks off by pretending to be happy about Alabama winning anything, ever.
But once you start making fun of Chick-Fil-A? Oh, I’m in.
BHGP starts off its playoff rant with an opening salvo against Southern food. Is that really the way you want to play this? A Midwesterner is gonna run smack on food? Southern food is a legitimate cuisine, Midwestern food is something too depressing to contemplate. When I want advice on how much Miracle Whip to put on my bologna on white bread sandwich, I’ll call a Big Ten fan, but not until then.
See, that’s how crappy midwestern food is. Iowa can even screw up a Chick-Fil-A sandwich.
I’ve never been there, so I’ll have to take his word on that.
Meanwhile, Brian Cook tries to thread the culinary needle, so to speak, with this Solomonic observation:
Position paper: Chick Fil’A. As the Big Ten-SEC blogger fight drags on into a sixth decade, positions must be taken. Here is one on Chick Fil’A: it’s not as good as Southerners claim, especially displaced Southerners, but it is a cut above competing chicken sandwiches from other fast food joints. I’m sorry if this has caused anyone to snap in disappointment in either direction.
I know the next step that needs to be taken in the Great Chicken Debate: somebody needs to ask Delany what his opinion of the Chick-fil-A sandwich is at the next Big Ten presser.
He’ll probably respond by asking if they serve it at the Rose Bowl.