Welcome back to Undercard Supermarket!  In case you’re new, this is where the lovely lads of UCS let me know what and why they’re eating/drinking on fight night, I report that in picture form, and subsequently judge them.  Let’s go!

Chris Groves:

(Brace yourselves, this is about to become a trend and real quickly, much to my chagrin.)

Connor Dillon:

(Connor says the Chocovine chocolate wine is for his girlfriend, since that’s the only thing she’ll drink.  I’ve sampled said wine at a Christmas party at a friend’s, and I can reaffirm, that if you want to feel bloated, sick, and not even a tiny-bit tipsy, that is your drink of choice.  Dude, if your girl is a rookie drinker, Bacardi Razz and Sprite, Vodka/Cran, or Niagara-grape white wine.  Gotta tell these kids everything.)

Benjamin Kohn:

(Ben Kohn, you’re a wild man, you.  I really should have run this feature in the application process.  The fact that he could tap me in a matter of seconds redeems him.  Every drinker needs a legit badass in his crew.)

Tim Hickey:

(JESUS, AGAIN?!?!  To Tim’s credit, he works very high-up for a major, major, tech company and works crazy hours.  But for fuck’s sake, the idea of water after pizza makes me cringe.  Not even any milk to counter the heartburn or maybe pop [yes, it's pop where I come from, fuck yourself.  POP] to counter the salt?  Water?  That just gives shitty sauce a canoe-ride to the stomach.)

TC Engel:

(Taylor smartly changed his Amaretto choice to Disaronno before I had to revoke his drinking card.  However, he still is drinking a beer named “Creemore Springs”.  Look at that can.  That is the last thing 258 Canadian kidnapping victims have seen before their deaths.  That can terrifies me.)

Josh Hall:

(Thank God for Josh Hall.  Just when I was beginning to lose the staff, Hall totally redeems me with five of my favorite things on the planet: chicken, ribs, steak, good beer, and Crown.  Hall is going to a BBQ saturday to watch the fights, and if you don’t want to be there, you’re no friend of mine.  Josh takes the crown from Diaz this week.  PRECURSOR?!?!)

Christian Diaz:

(Pssst….nobody tell Chris that St. Patrick’s Day is Sunday…just let him have his fun….)

Daniel Galvan:

(Dan is going to something called a “Stock Show” before the fights.  It’s a Texas thing, apparently featuring livestock and fat girls, according to him.  However, any venture that serves fried pickles. turkey legs, cherry-limeade, and deep fried twinkies is something I can get behind, and Galvan takes the runner up this week!)

Nolan Howell:

(Nolan came thisclose to the win because Sunset Dip is absolutely out of this world, and Wegman’s pop is fantastic.  When I have a child, they will be baptized in Wegman’s Sparking Lemonade.)

Tim Bernier:

(I got nothing out of Joe College this weekend.  When I asked Tim, all he did was go on a, no joke, PARAGRAPHS-long tirade about waitresses in a nearby Irish pub slutting it up for extra tips from middle-aged men.  It was really something to behold.)

Luke Irwin:

(A bigass reuben, son!  That’s about as “into” that vile amateur hour holiday of St. Patty’s as I’ll go.  And, of course, BV and Diet Pepsi.  Enjoy the fights, everyone!  WAR GSP’S DARKNESS!!)