Pizza Hut is for Winners

Remember after your big Little League Championship when you, your teammates, and the adults would gather at Pizza Hut to celebrate? The evening would be filled with toasts, too much pizza, and random items (salt, bread sticks, straw wrappers) being placed in drinks. There was nothing better than this celebratory dinner and the tradition continued throughout your sporting career. Heck, my sister, who is a senior in high school, just won volleyball sectionals last week and where did everyone go after the big win? Pizza Hut. So where, I wonder, did Boston go to celebrate their World Series win?

Surely they didn't gather their families and head to the local pizza place. Did they just do a lot of yelling, champagne opening, and slapping of the butt in the locker room and call it a night? Or could they have ditched their wives and all made their way downtown to a popular bar? I hope they didn't just shower and go home. That's anticlimactic. This is the World Series! We need some serious celebrating to go on after a team sweeps another team in the World Series.

How will we ever know how professional teams celebrate? And how cool would it be if you were enjoying your team's victory in a pub and in walked in your favorite players? I'm telling you, go to a Pizza Hut. Maybe they'll still remember the Little League games with the all-you-can-eat pizza buffet and want to relive it. Sports and pizza are often seen together but Pizza Hut and Victory go hand in hand with no chance of ever separating.

Think about it. If you lost a game, what did you eat? Stuff from the night before, cereal, or anything you can round up from your refrigerator. I'd say close to never did your parents take you for pizza when you lost. "You obviously didn't play hard enough to eat Pizza Hut so why should we indulge you?" is what your (and my) parents were thinking. And I guess it makes sense. If Boston players didn't remember those tearful nights of losing and not getting to eat pizza, they might have never swept Colorado. But they kept those memories of victory fresh in their minds and look what happened...World Champions.

So don't tell me that you don't like pizza. And don't go further to tell me you don't care for Pizza Hut because all I will infer is that you don't like winning. Will I call you a loser? No. You would have already done that yourself.