Instead of marrying a husband, sometimes I feel like I married sports. Growing up, I wasn’t much for teams. I got bored with softball. I traded basketball for skiing. If we’re telling the truth, I was an abysmal swimmer and an even worse tennis player. During high school, I boycotted varsity events. Only now do I realize what a ridiculous boycott that was. Why didn’t anyone tell me to focus my energies on a better ban? Like pesticides or animal cruelty or something.
So of all people of course I find myself married to Sports Incarnate. We’re talking voracious consumption of sports media. Obsessive watching of football, hockey, basketball, golf, baseball and premier league soccer. Even poker and the freaking Little League World Series are points of interest. I wasn’t sure what do until I discovered that sports-watching is synonymous with SNACKS. And man, do I love snacks.
Since getting married to SI, I’ve come a long way. I’ve learned to appreciate the pageantry of big events like football Sunday. I’ve even developed crushes on a few charismatic players (that’s you, Peyton Manning!). Since we’re being honest, I’ll admit I sort of love the whole thing.
But mostly it’s the snacks. When Pillsbury blogger Shawn Syphus came up with Chicken-Bacon-Ranch Pizza Sticks, I knew I had to make them ASAP. In our house, it’s important for game-day snacks to fit two criteria: Are they delicious? Can they be made in a chaotic kitchen amid a halftime break? Check and check.