We went to Denver on our way to Colorado Springs and caught a Rockies Game. I do enjoy a good baseball game, but I know all three of us were going for the food. We were going to stick with the ol’ classic hot dog, until we heard of Rocky Mountain Oysters, aka fried bulls testicles. Who would’ve thought we’d find something unusual at a baseball stadium named after a shitty beer? They don’t exactly sound appetizing, but there’s no way I wasn’t going to try one. They were served with cocktail sauce (to expand on the whole oyster thing?) and tasted neither good nor bad, just fried. But, hey, we tried.