My journey will be one that will only last 10 minutes, but the pain of this trecherous path will be felt for hours, if not days, after it is over. Many wish to see the journey, but very few, if any, will actually join me on this journey.
My chosen path for tomorrow? None other than a hot-dog eating contest of course.
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| If I eat this much tomorrow, I will not be living come August 7th, 2011. |
Last month, around the time the Coney Island Hot Dog contest came onto its annual July 4th stage, I decided I wanted to participate in one of these at some point in my life- the earlier the better. A couple of facebook statuses were sent to scope interest in the contest and conversations in the weeks following said idea showed me that there would be interest in such a contest amongst my friends.
With all the talk about it, particularly from me, I knew I had to host it this year. The problem would be getting everyone who is interested together for it on a common time. This is impossible, given there was about a dozen people interested, and many of them I don't talk to on a frequent (daily) basis.
So far, I am unaware of any other participants in this contest, so I decided that I would put on a show regardless. More importantly, I need to establish a benchmark by which all future (yes, I said future, as in more than just this time) hot dog contests will be judged. Will it be 6? 8? Can I eat a 10 pack of hot dogs? Time will tell.
I did time myself eating 2 hot dogs the other day in about 90 seconds, so who knows how that will carry out to 510 seconds more of eating. All I know is that I am looking forward to this challenge.
If I succeed, feel free to call me a hero. If I fail, feel free to heckle me and call me a hack. If you are reading this, you are welcome to meet up for this - 3pm in O-Fo.
The future awaits. And so does a lot of hog anus- I mean hot dogs.
