You hate to see something as hyped up as Hooters get ruined for somebody like this, especially when it’s someone like Melvin Gordon who you’ve supported for a long time. It’s like the Easter Bunny but for guys who would like to be served chicken by large chested women. Eventually you wise up and realize that the wings aren’t that good and the waitresses don’t look anything like the chicks Dickie V is hanging out with in those commercials, and it’s a tough reality to face. Most guys have that epiphany early in high school when all your friends decide Hooters is the closest thing you can get to a strip club, but apparently Melvin was a little late to the party. Sad day.