Best Press Box Food For College Football In the Nation?

Baylor has always been pretty decent in that department, too.

 

The unlimited ice cream freezer has been a nice touch at Baylor for a while. The dogs seem to pop up everytime I'm at Baylor. I expect to see them when I visit in a few weeks.

 

I can tell you who doesn't belong on this list.

South Dakota State had an enjoyable atmosphere, but it has one of the worst press boxes in creation.

Thirty game minutes after passing a long-dead pigeon on the press box railing. (I took a picture of it.) At halftime, they passed out Burger King cheeseburgers. They literally gave you a big BK bag, but all it had was this little burger in it.

This was on Beef Bowl day. Beef Bowl, dammit! They auctioned off actual livestock at halftime. Whose dick do you have to suck in South Dakota to get some BBQ up in the press box?

 

Bubbler, South Dakota beef is for export, not in-state consumption. They gave you Burger King because that's who buys South Dakota beef by the freight train load.
When I first covered the Red Sox in the 1980s, they had spring training in Winter Haven, Florida in Polk County, which produces more oranges than any region in the country and for all I know the world. The air reeked of rotting oranges from the ones that fell off the ginormous trucks which carried them all off to the frozen-juice plants and were then smushed on the highway.
And you could not, in any restaurant open for breakfast, get fresh-squeezed orange juice. People looked at you funny if you asked for it.
Same deal.

 

The food, not the team, right?

 

It's been a decade since I've covered a college football game, but Michigan State had great press box food -- the local farmers would cater it, and they served huge, fresh bratwurst. I tried to eat two, and couldn't finish the second.

Michigan & Purdue had, by far, the worst. Purdue basically handed you gas station hot dogs out of a heater.

 

BYU had a great set-up yesterday. No caffeine, but good food and even post-game doughnuts.

 

I can't remember what low-major school did this, but one of them did something similar, except it was the bag plus the fries. And it had been sitting out for quite some time before they passed them out.

Another low-major school I was broadcasting from had two huge coolers full of Taco Bell tacos in their press room (which was full of student workers gathered around a TV watching some SWAC women's hoops game on ESPNU, this is no joke). Not the original tacos, but something a little fancier. You had to open the cooler, reach in, and pull out whatever you got.

Needless to say, this year's trip through the lowest of the low has sworn me off most media room food for the rest of eternity.

 

I wonder if Georgia still does this.
I have no problem with the idea of paying for food. But it is a nice touch for schools to have food even if you have to pay for it.

It's pretty difficult to time it sometimes to put any food in your stomach when you are covering a game. I'm sure most sportswriters have written game stories and columns despite having not eaten in six or more hours.
I guess you can always walk down to the stands and concessions but sometimes even that is difficult to do depending where the press box is.
If a college football game starts at noon and you are expecting traffic nightmares, you might grab some light food on the way at 9 a.m., then if there's no food available, you might not be able to eat again until 8 p.m. What a crazy life writers lead.
I don't know how a diabetic could cover sports. Too tough to find food.
Even if there was a way to get to a decent concessions stand during the game, that would be something to put in your stomach.

 

We know. You were waiting for the spread a few days before the game. It's press box food people. I don't know about anyone else, but I like eating a real meal at home that isn't processed.

 

You say processed like it's a bad thing.

 

Shelley High School in Idaho. They are the heart of potato country and the school mascot is the Russetts.

Accordingly, there was a pre-game potato bar with ginormous baked potatoes and pretty much all the fixins you could hope for. Bacon bits, cheddar cheese, broccoli, ham, sour cream, etc., etc.

The kicker is it wasn't just for the press box. It was for EVERYONE. A few thousand gigantic baked spuds were devoured that night.