The Miami Heat just made you need a glass of milk. If it doesn’t make sense yet, then it will shortly.
When I was a kid, I still can remember going to my grandparents’ house for two reasons. The first, my grandfather would always tell me some outlandish stories about how life in the old days was much tougher than it was today.
Even as a kid, I didn’t care. “That’s great old man,” I would think to myself but never say.
Why do elderly people always tell kids how much harder their lives were? In any event, I often put up with the first reason to get to the second reason I remember going to my grandparents’ house.
They’d always have multiple packages of Oreos cookies. I loved those things as a kid and still do!
The Miami Heat are netting the perks of a title run last season and this one is cookies to pair with your ‘Big-Face coffee’.
If my genes had been different, I probably would have been an overweight kid, but instead I could barely put weight on. That was great for me because I could eat as many Oreos as I wanted. \n
Nabisco, the company who makes Oreos and yes I had to look it up because I had no idea, has always been pretty creative when it comes to marketing. Whether that be unique flavors, new packaging, or funny commercials, they stay on top of grabbing your attention with their sandwich cookies.
But now Nabisco has outdone themselves. They gave your Miami Heat their own Oreo!
That’s right, the Miami Heat logo will now be on cookies in specially marked packages of milk’s favorite cookie! As a Miami Heat fan, there’s two ways to approach this news.
The first, just buy them to eat! How great will it be to eat Oreos that also have the Heat logo on them?
It will not be great for my quarantine diet, but it will be great for my taste buds. The second, this could be a great collector’s item for years to come.
Is it as cool as NBA Top Shot? Definitely not, but it could still net Miami fans a little money if they keep the package sealed for years!
I’ll probably buy multiple packages, one to keep for a long time and the rest to consume as I yell at the kids in my neighborhood about how tough my life is.
Guess my grandpa wasn’t that crazy after all.