Troy Dog
Somehow in the last two weeks I’ve become an unpaid (for now) spokesperson for the Olive Garden. Yes! The moto community on Twitter is now begging me to have a giant family dinner at the Garden of Olives. We all have my buddy Denny Stephenson to thank for this incredible idea. He used to take your mom there all the time after dominating Arenacross races back in the ‘90s. It’d be all you can eat breadsticks followed by a Tour of (downtown) Italy.
My buddy Denny truly loves Olive Garden and it means a lot to him, as it does for apparently all of us. Sure, the endless soup/salad/breadsticks have been a staple for decades, but have you actually saved room for any of their delectable dinner selections? Each pasta dish is a classic, including their classic alfredo, Ziti Al forno, and shrimp scampi. It’s like a Michelin starred chef preparing them all. It’s a culinary masterpiece.
If you don’t like Olive Garden then that’s on you. You’re the problem. I went ahead and weeded out all of you fake fans weeks ago when I said that Olive Garden > Cheesecake Factory. I understood then that you were either with us or against us. We have a saying around here you know and it’s, “When you’re here, you’re family.” I take that personally.
I’m all in on the Olive Garden. They finally took notice of my love for everything OG and tweeted me yesterday. I’m pretty sure that they want to start a collaboration with me where I can be their influencer.
Since then, things have been a bit crazy for me. The outpouring love by just about everyone in the Moto Twitter community understands how serious this is. Even holeshot specialist Hunter Yoder said that his goal for next year was to get an Olive Garden sponsorship. He said it was in honor of me. We are going to get him that sponsorship as soon as I infiltrate the company and find out who is in charge of the marketing department. Then we’re all eating.
This Olive Garden movement has been incredible. It’s not just a fad, it’s a lifestyle. I bet that over the past two weeks that I’ve driven more business to The Garden (we call it that around here) than any marketing efforts that they’ve spent on this year alone. I’m just doing it for the love of the game, baby!
We need Olive Garden in Supercross/Motocross=Supermotocross. I will stop at nothing until I have unlimited breadsticks and a lifetime supply of those chocolate pudding cups with oreo crumbs and gummy worms that we ate as kids. That’s how you knew you were at an elite establishment, when the dessert was jumping like that. My wife Ginger Dog, God bless her heart, told me that I need to quit the Olive Garden talk. However, I just can’t. I’m already in too deep. I will see all of you at “The Garden” for our Twitter get together, oh and don’t worry, I’ll have the VIP section set aside for us at the very best table.
I’ll be cheersing Sangria with my buddy Denny…and your mom.
