Sunday, April 23, 2006

Well, I do have a taste for shorts with large pleated fronts...

Somewhere over the last few weeks, Dawg Sports has raised the issue of Chick-Fil-A on Sundays, since Kyle knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who has a source that can get you some of that deliciousness on a Sunday. Perhaps Kyle King is the Georgia Bulldog version of Huggy Bear, or perhaps being the Mayor just comes with certain perks.

Kyle King: illiterate, tax cheating, wife swapping, pot smoking spend-o-crat

But back to the point. For the rest of us plebeians, Chick-Fil-A is forbidden fruit. And there is no greater desire than that for a chicken biscuit when one is hungover after a day of football watching and drinking. In fact, The General used to say, in so many words, that he would always know it was Sunday based on how much he wanted Chick-Fil-A. But we can't get it.

So then we were thinking a month or so ago... What about that Chick-Fil-A charity golf tournament down in Stockbridge? They have to serve C-F-A there. And they finish on Sunday. So the question is thus: would you be willing to sit through several hours of women's golf for the ability to eat Chick-Fil-A on a Sunday?

Personally, I lean towards no. Turns out, it's a moot point, since Chick-Fil-A no longer sponsors the LPGA tournament in Stockbridge. Now some orange juice company sponsors it. And there's no doubt that if the Chick-Fil-A Peach Bowl were on a Sunday, anyone with a brain would go.