Brats? Fuhgettaboutit.

The Millard Fillmore Golf Tourney is almost upon us.

And the greatest tradition of all – selecting the sausage to be grilled at the Post-MilF party – has begun.

And for the love of all that is holy, Italian Sausage must beat out Brats or that other sausagoid product whose name is too foul to utter.

So go here and do what’s right.  Italian. Please, please, please.

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