Team Lost in Old Country Buffet

After a high school basketball game the Eisenhower High Generals did not show up at home. Concerned parents waited diligently for their victorious team for nearly twenty-four hours.

"We assumed that they were just reviewing tape," James White, Dillan White's father suggested.

As it turned out, the Generals had stopped at a twenty-four hour Old Country Buffet. Hungry from their game, the ten teens sat down and began to eat. Onlookers were amazed by the amount of food eaten.

"Isn't there some limit to how big a human stomach is? I mean four chickens? Seriously?" Marcus Johnson, the night manager, asked to his awed coworkers.

The restaurant staff was forced to work far harder than they normally do on an average Thursday night. "We usually just chill back in the kitchen and try to start fires… I mean… not fires… uh…uh…uh…" Joseph Martins, an employee, said.

The Old Country Buffet only keeps a limited amount of food on hand for the graveyard shifts. "There are health codes to give lip-service to… honestly." Johnson mumbled as he ordered another hundred pounds of cole-slaw. "Who would have thought that ten guys could eat over 100 pounds of food? Its inhuman."

"I am a machine!" Dillan White shouted as he dunked his head into a tray of Jello. The staff ran to find some replacement substance that could pass for Jello, White ate the last of that too.

"You only at 2 chickens and the entire ass of a cow? That’s weak sauce man," another team member mocked his friend.

Some of the players seemed to express a desire to go home, but instead the Old Country Buffet began serving breakfast at 3 A.M. The teens tore into the food with renewed vigor. As the time went on, it became apparent that they worked out a rotation between eating and sitting with one hand in the waist of their pants.

When the new shift of workers came in to work in the morning they began to express some displeasure at the players apparent lack of initiative to reach the bathroom.

"There's nothing quite like a freshly emptied bladder," one basketball player moaned, while a rapidly spreading damp spot appeared on his pants.

The players weren't found until some of the parents came in to eat their dinner that night. Workers reportedly asked for autographs and took photos with the teens before they left.