When The Coals Go Low

When The Coals Go Low

When the coals go low we all are faced with a choice… end the grilling or rush a last wurst… which road will you choose? Surely there is a real safety in not wasting or risking a wurst, but there is also the gamble of gaining a last savory treat.

If you’ve ever rushed a wurst and had it pan out you know what I mean. Sure it may be a little pink, but you can mentally move past that and not focus on this fact. It’s still warm. The risks are many but the reward is high. Of course there’s a possibility of a tape worm, but your in too deep now. Why worry, enjoy that brat. You have journeyed past the realm of safety, you’ve made a risk and a decision. You must follow it and stay the course. After all you could have simply put the lid back on the grill and gone inside and had a beer. But no you’re a brat adventurer. It’s cold out it’s dark, the squirrels are in their burrows, the wind is chilling, all that warms you is the unfiltered blinding porch light and a low amount of heat from the low coals. You know who you are, you know what your doing, your a fucking risk taker! Your a bratafarian! There is no other way to say this, your a fucking bad ass! That moment when you sink your teeth in to that 5th brat you break all the laws of reasoning, all the laws of physics, and you can tell the economists to go fuck themselves! The law of diminishing returns does not apply here! Study all you want, theorize and implement your scientific method all you want, I say stick a tong up your ass and spread it! I’m gonna eat this fucking 5th brat instead of put it back in that lonely fridge with the few Old Milwaukees left over from last weeks game. You wouldn’t do that to that brat, your better than that! A real man finishes what he starts! That 5th brat takes longer, will be rarer, ad might kill you, but you choose the ritcheous path! The path that few will take. Sure that could be frost bite on you cheek but you don’t care, sure your wife has yelled out the sliding door three times in the last hour but still your resolve is unshaken. Your going to eat that 5th brat even if it kills you! You didn’t buy chicken breast, you didn’t get hot dogs, you got a fucking 5 pack of brats and your going to finish it god damn it all to hell! When the coals go low, what will you do?