Option 1:

My pre game meal is always spaghetti. I love it. I cook it up myself and make a big deal about it. It is kind of my pregame ritual itself. Now sometimes I do not get the luxury of having my pregame ritual. Basically, when we travel far away, say to Winnipeg or Edmonton, I have to come up with something else. Usually, I find a good noodle house or something and eat there. On the occasion that I cannot find one, I will settle for something else. Today was rough. We arrived at the airport to board our flight and a storm came through. Pushed the flight back two hours. Those two hours cut into my ritual time. When we landed, a strange food vendor came up to the group and offered to feed us. I am not one to trust people easily, but when he pulled out a Ziploc bag full of spaghetti, I felt my stomach rumble. Do I trust the mystery spaghetti? Absolutely not. I would rather the team nutritionist come up with something to eat before the game.