Wanna Buy Beckham’s Rancid French Fry? It’ll Cost Ya

By: Laurie | December 5th, 2007

David Beckham and the Galaxy gang were in New Zealand a few days back, actually winning a game. But that’s not news.

Oh. Wait. Yes it is.

But it’s not the news that interests me at the moment. It’s what happened after the game.

Seems Beckham went to a chicken restaurant and ordered a whole chicken, some fries, and corn on the cob. Ate pretty much everything and left.

And then the fans descended on his table scraps like vultures. Because I know I, personally, have always wanted a chicken bone that’s been gnawed by David Beckham

(And why does that sound so much nastier written down than it was in my head?)

But anyhoo. Those New Zealanders are apparently not ones to pass up business opportunities, because French fries from Beckham’s plate are now appearing on Trade Me, an e-bay-esque site in New Zealand. And the fry has met the minimum and is heading toward $5.

Okay, correct me if I’m wrong here, but couldn’t I take one of my son’s old French fries that’s fallen down in between the car seats, claim it’s Beckham’s, and make cash on it? I mean, are they going to do DNA verification?

Hmmm… Seeing a business opportunity here.

Back tomorrow. I’m off to clean the mini-van.

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Laurie

Brian, there is just so, so much wrong with that last comment I don't know where to begin. And by this I mean: Congratulations. You are a true Offsider.

(P.S. thanks for defending our honor against those who don't get it.)
Brian

Well, I'll tell you, Shehan. I was a virgin—until I found Joleon Lescott's old ice cube.
Martha

Brian's my favorite commenter ever.
shehan

brian, you must be a virgin :P
Brian

I don't know...I mean, just think of all the ways in which owning one of David Beckham's old French fries would make your life better. I stole an ice cube that Joleon Lescott left at the bottom of a Fresca glass one time, and though our time together was brief, it was probably the best seven minutes of my life.