SIGNS: Eating Contest - Takeru Kobayashi vs. Joey Chestnut
Here's a funny Sign. It's a great example of how people should be paying more attention to the Initials of the people who make the News like they were the Tree Trucks.
"Slobs R Us" Takes Big Stage on Fourth of July
Don't Dare Call These Competitive Eaters Athletes
By JIM ARMSTRONG, AOL
Sports Commentary
Ready for the big event, America? No, not your local Fourth of July fireworks show. The Nathan's Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog Eating Contest.
If you're unfamilar with the event, several of the world's foremost chewing champions gather every July 4th on Coney Island to see who can devour the most dogs. Not that it's much of a contest. The same frank freak has laughed all the way to the bakery for five consecutive years.
That would be Takeru Kobayashi, and before you ask, no, he isn't a sumo wrestler. Not only that, he doesn’t have a double chin or love handles, doesn't own a mustard-stained T-shirt, and doesn't have Pizza Hut on speed dial. Why, he probably couldn’t recite Baskin-Robbins' 31 flavors if you spotted him everything but chocolate and vanilla.
It's true. The Sultan of Swallow, the man who set a world record by wolfing down 53 1/2 hot dogs in 12 minutes, is thinner than the Knicks' bench.
If recent reports are any indication, Kobayashi's winning streak could be in jeopardy. To wit: Joey Chestnut, a 22-year-old engineering student at San Jose State, ate 50 hot dogs and buns in May during a qualifier for the Nathan’s pork pigout. That makes him Barry Bonds to Kobayashi's Henry Aaron.
At least they want us to think that.
Here's what George Shea, chair of the International Federation of Competitive Eating, told ESPN after Chestnut hit the Big 5-Oh: "This could be so critical to our sport. It’s never good for the same athlete to win so many years in a row. The Fourth of July has been stolen from Americans because of Kobayashi’s dominance and now America has someone who they can get excited about."
My thoughts precisely.
Not that it's any of my business, but did that man just call Kobayashi an athlete? And did he refer to chain eating as a sport? I suppose, since I just picked the lint out of my belly button, that makes me an athlete, too.
Competitive eaters are athletes? I must be getting old. I remember when the guys on the field or the court or the ice were the athletes and the geeks in the stands eating hot dogs were called spectators.
Competitive eaters are athletes. Uh-huh. And so are plumbers and electricians and speed typists. Lawyers, too. Fact is, they’re some of the greatest athletes out there. You would be, too, if you chased ambulances all day long.
I'm going walleye fishing after I finish this column. In other words, I'm a world-class athlete. Not only that, I’m versatile. Just yesterday, I drank a beer and changed a lightbulb at the same time. And you thought Deion Sanders and Bo Jackson could multi-task.
Competitive eating is a sport. Let me guess. So is the post-contest gas-passing ritual. Who would want to watch football, basketball or baseball when you could see a modern-day Bluto eating everything but the plate?
See Jim's response and more. And while we're on the subject, how do competitive eaters train? Football players pump iron and run till the cows come home. Baseball players take batting practice and field one-hoppers till their hands are raw. What do competitive eaters do, munch on a Volkswagen and wash it down with a nice Chianti?
I'm not going to get into a debate about what constitutes an athlete, but I'm thinking some guy with two hot dogs in each hand and three more in his mouth doesn’t fit the profile. John Daly, who chain smokes Marlboros and M&Ms on the course, is a regular Michael Vick compared to these guys.
Not that Kobayashi and Co. don’t have a few things in common with athletes. For one thing, they have to possess all kinds of endurance and stamina to wolf down that many dogs. And they must sweat a lot, too. I mean, I had a half-order of Buffalo wings the other night and needed three brewskis to put out the fire.
And like real athletes, these guys get paid, too. Chestnut, the current record holder in pork ribs (5.5 pounds in 12 minutes), waffles (18.5 in 10 minutes) and jalapeno poppers (118 in 10 minutes), makes about $50,000 a year on the competitive-eating circuit. He also snagged a car and a ring after winning the Wing Bowl, during which he reportedly inhaled 173 wings in a half-hour.
I wish him well against the mighty Kobayashi, but I won’t be watching on the Fourth. I’ll be grilling burgers and drinking margaritas on my deck.
Training hard, in other words.
2006-06-29 18:57:46
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- It says Takeru Kobayashi is the Eating King Champ
- The Contender Joey Chestnut is going to face Takeru
- Joey Chestnut = Initials JC = Jesus Christ
- K in Kobayashi = 11th letter = 11th Sign = Aquarius = Age of Aquarius
- People have been awaiting the coming of Jesus Christ
- I said all the Letters in CHRIST add up to 77, which is IR on the Periodic Table
- Chestnut means the person who goes "nuts" over "Breasts"
- People think I'm crazy and I love large breasts
- In Mythology, Breast Milk from Goddesses was said to nurture ideas
- So I'd be a "Chestnut" :o).
- There's mention of SLOBS
- Notice how you have the song "What if God was One of Us" by Joan Osborne.
- The line sings, "...just a slob like one of us..."
- It gives new meaning to the term "Eating up the Competition" :o)
"Slobs R Us" Takes Big Stage on Fourth of July
Don't Dare Call These Competitive Eaters Athletes
By JIM ARMSTRONG, AOL
Sports Commentary
Ready for the big event, America? No, not your local Fourth of July fireworks show. The Nathan's Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog Eating Contest.
If you're unfamilar with the event, several of the world's foremost chewing champions gather every July 4th on Coney Island to see who can devour the most dogs. Not that it's much of a contest. The same frank freak has laughed all the way to the bakery for five consecutive years.
That would be Takeru Kobayashi, and before you ask, no, he isn't a sumo wrestler. Not only that, he doesn’t have a double chin or love handles, doesn't own a mustard-stained T-shirt, and doesn't have Pizza Hut on speed dial. Why, he probably couldn’t recite Baskin-Robbins' 31 flavors if you spotted him everything but chocolate and vanilla.
It's true. The Sultan of Swallow, the man who set a world record by wolfing down 53 1/2 hot dogs in 12 minutes, is thinner than the Knicks' bench.
If recent reports are any indication, Kobayashi's winning streak could be in jeopardy. To wit: Joey Chestnut, a 22-year-old engineering student at San Jose State, ate 50 hot dogs and buns in May during a qualifier for the Nathan’s pork pigout. That makes him Barry Bonds to Kobayashi's Henry Aaron.
At least they want us to think that.
Here's what George Shea, chair of the International Federation of Competitive Eating, told ESPN after Chestnut hit the Big 5-Oh: "This could be so critical to our sport. It’s never good for the same athlete to win so many years in a row. The Fourth of July has been stolen from Americans because of Kobayashi’s dominance and now America has someone who they can get excited about."
My thoughts precisely.
Not that it's any of my business, but did that man just call Kobayashi an athlete? And did he refer to chain eating as a sport? I suppose, since I just picked the lint out of my belly button, that makes me an athlete, too.
Competitive eaters are athletes? I must be getting old. I remember when the guys on the field or the court or the ice were the athletes and the geeks in the stands eating hot dogs were called spectators.
Competitive eaters are athletes. Uh-huh. And so are plumbers and electricians and speed typists. Lawyers, too. Fact is, they’re some of the greatest athletes out there. You would be, too, if you chased ambulances all day long.
I'm going walleye fishing after I finish this column. In other words, I'm a world-class athlete. Not only that, I’m versatile. Just yesterday, I drank a beer and changed a lightbulb at the same time. And you thought Deion Sanders and Bo Jackson could multi-task.
Competitive eating is a sport. Let me guess. So is the post-contest gas-passing ritual. Who would want to watch football, basketball or baseball when you could see a modern-day Bluto eating everything but the plate?
See Jim's response and more. And while we're on the subject, how do competitive eaters train? Football players pump iron and run till the cows come home. Baseball players take batting practice and field one-hoppers till their hands are raw. What do competitive eaters do, munch on a Volkswagen and wash it down with a nice Chianti?
I'm not going to get into a debate about what constitutes an athlete, but I'm thinking some guy with two hot dogs in each hand and three more in his mouth doesn’t fit the profile. John Daly, who chain smokes Marlboros and M&Ms on the course, is a regular Michael Vick compared to these guys.
Not that Kobayashi and Co. don’t have a few things in common with athletes. For one thing, they have to possess all kinds of endurance and stamina to wolf down that many dogs. And they must sweat a lot, too. I mean, I had a half-order of Buffalo wings the other night and needed three brewskis to put out the fire.
And like real athletes, these guys get paid, too. Chestnut, the current record holder in pork ribs (5.5 pounds in 12 minutes), waffles (18.5 in 10 minutes) and jalapeno poppers (118 in 10 minutes), makes about $50,000 a year on the competitive-eating circuit. He also snagged a car and a ring after winning the Wing Bowl, during which he reportedly inhaled 173 wings in a half-hour.
I wish him well against the mighty Kobayashi, but I won’t be watching on the Fourth. I’ll be grilling burgers and drinking margaritas on my deck.
Training hard, in other words.
2006-06-29 18:57:46
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