Let the chickens fight it out…

So the egg came before the chicken.

Depends on the pecking order.

Come for the chicken races, stay for the egg hunt.

As stadiums go, this is a poultry effort.

@DnT: Agree – it looks a bit fowl.

The chicken stadium is just a phase.

I bought a seasoned ticket.

I bet it is all very eggciting.

Ah, we finally discover the gateway drug to cockfighting.

There’s always a dozen on the card — and they’re all over easy.

Be with friends, where it’s perfectly all right to ogle the breasts, legs, and thighs. ™

Proving since 1862 that, yes, they all flock together. ™

The main event: Marsh “Chicken Fingers” Daisy vs. Rhode Island “Nuggets” Red.

Overheard conversation from two guys at the ticket box:

Guy 1: “If I can’t come up with the scratch to get in, Jim, wattle I do…

Guy 2: “Ah, it’s just chicken feed, Bob — I’ll use my nest egg to get us in.”

SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! At the Chicken Stadium Garden! Watch high-flying, wheel-standing, car-crushing, egg-smashing monster truck action! Kids’ seats are just TEN BUCKS!

Combatant #1: I am Spartacus!
Combatant #2: No, I am Spartacus!
Combatant #3: No, I am Spartacus!…