10. After a Sunday of very unscientific research in the splendid sunshine at the fair, I have come to this conclusion: People are fat.
9. After ingesting — yes, in this order — a Fletcher’s jalapeno corny dog, beer, root beer, chocolate-covered strawberries, Sierra Mist, curly fries, beer, Belgian Waffle, Red Bull, fried bacon, beer and ice cream, I’m one of them. (And to think, the line for friend Frito pie was too long.)
8. “Excuse me” is a lost art. Can’t tell you how many times I was bumped into along the Midway without nary an apologetic word. My sunglasses also got violently bumped (and broken), but I can blame that on the Windstorm roller coaster.
Read Richie’s full Sportatorium blog at DallasObserver.com.