Rocket City Trash Panda Fans Have Figured Out How To Work Around High Concession Prices By Just Eating Cicadas Flying Through The Stadium
The biggest draw to going to a minor league baseball game is the affordability. You're not spending $250 just to get your family in the door before you even start to think about buying some snacks and drinks.
But Memorial Day Weekend is coming up and maybe you have some big plans for the summer. You need to stay on budget. Why spend that money on nachos at the ballpark when life hands you a nice crunch, salty little treat of its own?
Now I'm going to have to politely decline a raw cicada if someone offered it to me. But I feel like if you shallow fried a cicada? Just enough to get it really crispy, throw some salt and a little cayenne on there? I'm into it. I'm not down for any inject juice bursting into the mouth (pause), but a crispy fried cicada? I'm sure I'd take a handful.
The moral of the story here is that minor league baseball is the heart and soul of America. It's meat and potatoes. It's blue collar. It's not a bunch of suits at Yankee Stadium paying $150 for an order of sushi and some rosé. It's the good folk down in Madison, Alabama snatching some cicadas out of the air and popping them back like they're peanuts and cracker jacks.