It’s a couple of days old, but this article about the sea change in clubhouse food (out: hot dogs, burgers, pizza and candy; in: lean meats and vegetables and stuff) is pretty interesting reading. The two most interesting things about it:
(1) that in an age where athletes are going to great lengths to monitor their health and optimize their performance, junk food in the clubhouse still remains, in large part, a given; and
(2) that being “the son of Barry Zito’s chiropractor” can get you a job cooking for the Giants. At this point one would think that any connection to Barry Zito would be a detriment, as opposed to an advantage, in trying to get the Giants to like you. I mean really, haven’t they already done him enough favors?
Unless . . . nah. Brian Sabean isn’t smart enough to pull off the old “your son gets a job in exchange for there being an ‘unfortunate complication’ during Zito’s next spinal adjustment” trick.