I pictured Shane’s happy place as more of a room full of spam musubi with Bob Marley music playing, most likely including some herbal enhancement, rather than a day at Sesame Place.

Notice Ed Rapuano is not present.

Shane Victorino goes to his happy place l Philly.com

Last Friday night, the Reading Phillies figured out a clever way to trick people into purchasing a can of world’s most disgusting processed meat, Spam. For a mere $5, fans were given their very own slab of stinky meat along with a plastic knife. They were then encouraged to make a creative carving out of it, with the winner receiving a $100 cash prize.

Entries included such works of art as a goldfish, a Spam castle, even a “sort of like a cube thing, like one you would find in an illusion book.” But none of these submissions held a candle to the Bernini of bogus beef, Sheila Moll, who’s masterpiece “R-Phils Baseball Cap” beat out all comers en route to the victory.

Observe:

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