It has been a long season, wrestling fans and now the time has come for me to say goodbye. Looking back, I hope that my postings have done more good than bad. I think they have helped raise the bar for tournament food and I thank the people who stepped up to change their offerings. I know that I saw positive changes, and my season ended on both a positive note and a negative one.
The negative one was unjustly hurting the feelings of Wethersfield volunteers. I have since apologized.
The positive one was when I pulled up to the Milford qualifier yesterday and savored the aroma of grilling hamburgers and hot dogs (yes, Hummels!) as I walked toward the entrance. Silver medal plus for you, Milford!
Before I say goodbye, I do have one message for one high school wrestler who thinks he knows my identity. You confronted a distant friend of mine and implied that he was the ConcessionCritic. Now, you are a pretty good detective, but no cigar, my friend. I know the person you pegged (or accused?) and he knows who I am, but he is not the person you seek. I got the idea from him after he complained about eating cold meatballs in a sub and the project took off from there. He has sworn to keep the secret of my identity and take it to the grave, so don’t expect him to fold. But credit to you for your sleuthing.
So wrestling fans, good luck in the future. I hope the food is good for you down the line.
See you at the buffet.
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