Winning Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest is as good as it gets for any competitive eating athlete. It’s the World Cup, the Super Bowl, the Olympic final. And this year Joey Chestnut ate 69 frankfurters (and buns) in 10 minutes to become the champ.
I know this because I was browsing the Huffington Post’s weird news section – there’s some seriously weird sh1t on there, it’s worth a look when you’re done here – and I was curious enough to click.
So I read the article, and I watched the video. And I was disgusted. But then I read the comments – and normally I have very strict rules about not reading the comments – and I learned a few things.
Like, competitors aren’t allowed to throw up within an hour of finishing the competition. This isn’t just an eating contest, it’s a digesting contest too.
“How is Mr. Chestnut’s cholesterol and blood pressure?” “Blood pressure ain’t the problem… How is his bung hole pressure?”
“That makes me wonder what goes on with them for the next 24 to 36 hours. If the contestants are smart, they’ll take laxatives before and after the competition…”
“Dear Huffpo, Please do not pretend to be shocked by the comments when you publish a story about a wiener eating contest and put ’69’ in the heading…”
“USA! USA! USA!”
“It’s a good thing homeless people who cannot afford food to eat don’t have computers and the Internet. They would probably be P1SSED if they were to read this!”
This is the world we live in. Treasure it.