lmao how the fvck do people even think about doing stuff like that 🤣

This is bang on 💯🤣

USA. A stadium parking lot. I came to watch a battle, and found the army feasting three hours before it. Hundreds of tents. Grills. Clan flags flying from trucks. Men in war paint handing food to strangers. I assumed the game had been cancelled and this was the consolation. "When does the battle begin?" I asked a man tending an enormous grill. "Kickoff's at one. We've been here since seven." Seven. In my land, an army eats quietly before war, in case it is the last meal. Here, the meal IS the war. The enemy parking lot is doing the same thing forty yards away. Nobody is fighting. Everyone is grilling. A man handed me a plate. I had not asked. I was not known to him. The plate held more meat than my ancestors saw in a winter. "You with us or them?" he asked. "I am with whoever fed me," I said. It is the oldest law. "Good answer," he said, and gave me more. Then I learned the terrible truth. The man at the grill — the general of this feast — was not going inside. "You will not watch the battle?" "Nah. I'll catch it on the radio. Somebody's gotta watch the grill." He marches to the war. He feeds the army. He does not enter. In eight hundred years of my family's records, there is no rank for this man. There should be. I was full. I was confused. I was, somehow, home. An army that eats together has already won. The game is a detail. When the crowd roared inside the stadium, the grill man nodded once, and flipped a burger. Next week I am bringing my own tent. He said I could park beside him. We are allies now. The terms were ribs.

Mariners legend Ron Wright