And so it starts...free food cut from Mizzou pressbox

Well, that'd be one of the dumbest things ever.

 

My SID brother takes food orders from media covering his games but as a D-III school they get minimal coverage so not that it matters much.

He's even fed people at road games if the home school doesn't have food out.

 

The school where I string covering basketball has bad pizza every game of the season, so I eat at home or pick something up on the way. Nobody's ever told me not to bring in outside food, so I'll keep doing it.

 

I could be wrong, but I think MU basketball cut food a few years ago. Other sports had drinks and maybe chips, unless it was a big event, i.e. hosting an NCAA tournament game in an Olympic sport. Football food was OK. As a college student covering the team, I always enjoyed them having food. It was usually bacon and eggs for morning games. Good, but not great. It worked out great for me because I would be out until 2 a.m., wake up, shower, and head to the game. If it wasn't for that meal, I wouldn't eat until 7 or 8 p.m.
Of the Big 12 stadiums that I went to I think Tech had the best food, but I never made it to Austin or Norman. Favorite pressbox meal had to be at Colorado State where they had Qdoba.

 

The most dangerous situation I've ever been in as a writer was one late Sunday morning in Giants Stadium, chatting with some other writers in the area between the press box and the buffet, when the announcement was made, "The buffet is now open." For a second or two I thought I was in one of those narrow alleyways in Pamplona.

 

Best food ever was at a high school playoff game about 25 years ago. Two small schools, press box fit five. Ladder to the press box even. So a head pops through the hatch and says "Clara's got dinner for you boys, it'll be up in about five minutes."

So Clara was probably about 75 and she served up piping hot: Chicken fried steak with cream gravy, perfect green beans with salt pork and onions and a 1-pound dollop of mashed potatos with said gravy. Throw in two scratch-made butterflake rolls and about a gallon of fresh iced tea.

I volunteered for that little town every time I could. Pot roast, chicken pot pies, chicken and dumplings, always scratch and hot.

Good times.

 

Damn. I might have to visit Cracker Barrel tonight just to sate my sudden craving for chicken fried steak. And I'm sure it won't even come close to what Clara could whip up. I don't even know Clara, but I'll bet she's a wonderful lady.

 

I once ordered chicken fried steak at a snooty steak place because the waiter pissed me off.

 

The bottomless crock of homemade beef stew at another school was quite legendary as well. Perfect salty cornbread to with it, too.
Didn't get paid a lot in those days, but Friday nights in the Fall were awesome.
Disney used to put on a hell of a spread -- with booze -- for the Pigskin Classic. And Texas Stadium in the Tex Schramm/Tom Landry era was a pleasure, too. Food, drink and, uh, nice "servers."

 

As one poster noted here, the best part of the Chick-Fil-A Bowl was eating the Chick-Fil-A spread. And even though the game was played on a Sunday, they still put the food out despite how the restaurant is always closed that day.
He said getting to eat fresh Chick-Fil-A on a Sunday was like (I think) "getting to punch Jesus in the nuts."

 

You should cover the Outback Bowl.

 

i'm guessing this would only happen at a high school game but the press box manager at my "home" stadium would almost get his feelings hurt if you didn't take home leftovers when you were the last person up there.