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It’s tough to find a candy bar that isn’t delicious. Snickers, Kit-Kat, Milky Way, Twix, Baby Ruth…heck even a 3 Musketeers will do in a pinch. I’ve always thought the Skor was a very underrated bar – never gets enough credit. The Heath has always had top billing. But Score is a smoother toffee, more buttery.

Regardless of my affinity for all bars candy, there is one that will forever reign supreme in my heart. As a kid, my grandfather introduced me to the sweet combination of chocolate, peanut flavored crisps, and caramel, and like Ben Roethlisberger to college chicks, I haven’t been able to stay away. Too soon?

The Whatchamacallit, as it is known, was always my first purchase at the 76 gas station after Saturday afternoon paper route collecting. Yes, before the pack of Topps or Donruss…before the RC Cola…before the Big league Chew…I wrapped my grubby little paws around a Whatchamacallit. Instant happiness for a mere 40 cents.

I don’t know what they cost these days. It’s been years since I’ve bought one, as the classic candy bars are getting increasingly tougher to track down. But one of our fine young listeners, Marcus (who turns 10 today – happy birthday, Marcus) plowed a few my way at last year’s 5th Quarter program, and I would freakin’ kill for one right now.

It’s the time of the year when we’re all finding new an interesting ways to bracket obscure categories of competition. In that spirit, I give you the Whatchamacallit – my #1 seed in the candy bar tournament of chocolate.