Stephen Strasburg mania is in full effect. The next logical step is a self-named food: “The Strasburger” Nothing like enjoying a 1/2 of artery clogging ground beef goodness while watching the Washington Nationals play shitty baseball. This could redefine comfort food: Food you eat as one of the best players in baseball plays out his contract until he’s bought up by the Sox or Yankees.
Bon Appetit, suckers.
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