The misfortune of track food

Maybe the Roller crowd upstairs in the hospitality suites has it better, but down here on the ground, food at sporting events is mostly trouble. My poor old dad dutifully took five-year-old me to a ball game, but boiled frankfurter burps and bleaching in the bleachers put me off that sport forever. Many years later at Mosport Park, Ontario, Canada, I knew better than to try the steam-toughened beef patty in a cold, never-on-the-grille bun. We had just split the cases