Before I even get into the delicious center of this post, take a moment and check out the pants on the lead singer of Hot Chocolate. Holy infertility! Recently, I have been spending even more of my time being distracted by Jezebel . The reason, readers: March Madness, of course. For those of you scratching your head and saying to yourselves, " Wait, I thought the only sport Ronnie liked was hunting the most elusive prey of all: Man. And maybe Curling", you are still correct. Howevah, this is no lame basketball tournament. No! This is March Madness: Cake vs Pie. This contentious confectionary war is one which has echoed through the ages. The Manimal is staunchly on Team Pie. Normally a man who has no discernible sweet tooth, preferring, instead, to feast on the blood of his vanquished enemies, the Manimal cannot walk past a pie. Any pie. It could be poo pie and he would still morph into this guy: I, on the other hand, am less ardent. Maybe it is because Australia's pie cu...