Getting a taste of area's offerings

November 21, 2002|BY ANDREW MASON

I'll never forget a friend's response when I told him I was going to be a sportswriter.

"That's amazing," he said. "It's like being a cowboy or a professional skier."

He was right about sportswriters. What with all our shootouts, draws and daredevil deadline speed, all while fighting off the babes, we're like Clint Eastwood and Alberta Tomba rolled into one.

Unfortunately, though, all the glory crashes to a halt come dinner time, when, like every other Joe, we must wait ... and wait ... for our turn at the concession stand.

Believe me, I know. If there are two things I'm well-versed in, they're the National Anthem and the area's stadium menus.


For the sake of some aspiring musicians' feelings, I'll let the anthem go for now. But I will allow you a sneak peek at "My Concession Stand Memoirs," which has turned into quite the lengthy journal.

Since the volunteers working the stands are always the nicest people in town, they like to serve up meaningful conversation to go along with the grub. As the talk of children, grandchildren, elections and church sermons mounts at the front of the line, there's always plenty of time for me to make entries in the back of it.

So, let me flip through this thing.

  • Page 437: OK, this is one of my favorites.

    It's halftime at the Walkersville-Middletown football game, and in the next line over, a 9-year-old boy is waiting with his 6-year-old sister.

    Another boy - a few years bigger - is standing behind them cursing up a storm with his friends.

    So the brother, not short on courage, turns around and firmly says, "Don't use that language in front of little girls."

    Just about the time I thought I'd have to intervene, the bigger kid, seemingly stunned by where the request was coming from, shut his mouth.

    Even Knights bruiser Josh Keeney can't top that feat tonight.

  • Page 254: Note to self: To preserve your sanity never again get in line the same time the Middletown JV girls soccer team is refueling its sugar charge.

    My hair may never grow back, but with time and therapy, my nerves should someday settle.

  • Page 123: I've been all over the country and to some far reaches of the world, but it took a short trip to Williamsport to order my first "steamer."

  • Page 189: I need to cover more games at School Stadium. These are by far the tastiest burgers.

  • Page 521: What? Girls soccer fans don't get hungry? It's the regional finals and nothing's being served at School Stadium.

  • Page 311: Man, another boiled burger in Chambersburg. Obviously not much has changed since my school days there.

OK, time for me to saddle up and hit the slopes.

Andy Mason is a staff writer for The Herald-Mail. His column appears every other Thursday. He can be reached at 301-733-5131, ext. 2334, or by e-mail at

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