I'm told I'll see Cowboys all the time in our local Cold Stone

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

It's right across the street from their training facility. We were in there the other night, and the server told us we just saw one of the new 'Boys leaving (in his BMW). Too bad I despise the Cowboys.

[KurtNYC]

1. Health food

workout then pound the saturated fat?

Stopping at Cold Stone Creamery for an ice cream snack? Skip the candy-encrusted waffle cones and waffle bowls. They each contain 390 calories, 20 grams of fat and 55 grams of carbs ‑- and that's without the ice cream! The worst frozen offender is the Cake Batter ice cream. Their "Gotta Have It" size has 980 calories and 54 grams of fat! And don't even think about putting the two things together. That would set you back 1,370 calories ‑- without mix-ins!

http://diet.ivillage.com/plans/0,,hg_7j9fhg5h-2,00.html

[DeposeTheBoyKing]

2. YIKES!!

I did have a "Love It"-sized cup of the Oatmeal Cookie Batter with graham cracker crust mix-in the other night (I don't ever bother with anything but cake cones, and NOT at Cold Stone). If they want to load up on the carbs, that's the place for them!

[jobycom]

3. I worked nights at a hotel near one of their training camps.

It was fun to watch the players stroll in with the strippers, stiff us for bottles of Dom Perignon, inspire complaints from all the rooms on their floor.

The last nights of training camps are fun. We sealed off a whole floor, knowing there would be parties. Our security gaurd, and off-duty police officer, had to walk the floor that night, and saw a six foot eight, three hundred pound man walking naked down the hall, carrying an ice bucket. The officer followed him into a suite (he left the door open), glanced around at all the coke on the tables, the naked women dancing around, the naked football players stumbling from woman to woman. (Ah, the names I could drop!)

The cop found the one sober guy in the room (a very famous one), and asked if they could close the door and keep it down. "Oh, sure, officer."

The funniest part was, there were reporters all over the hotel. They ALL knew who was sleeping around, who was doing coke. They never reported a thing. One told me every training camp in the NFL was the same way.