Oh Atlanta

Seems waffles...chicken and way too many shots...were way to much for
George.

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Disappointment

It's taken me a while to write about losing to Pat at QVC. Probably because in my own sick little disillusioned mind I really thought I had a shot of coming close to Booker if I could add an extra dog to the QVC total and he had a slightly off day. Unfortunately/fortunately I got to witness first hand why he is a great eater. My hat is off to him I was impressed and humbled by his speed and capacity for not training in any way for that event.

QVC was lined up perfect for me, it was like it was written in the stars. Unfortunately no one told Pat that. This was the first time I have done an event at QVC. The conditions, atmosphere and crowd are all perfect to try and put a good number. As George called us to the stage, I was surprised that Pat was called earlier than I though he should. which left USMale on my direct left and Flash Gordon next to him. On my right was Paul “Buffet Buster” Sakelarides followed by steakbellie then Pat. I got off to a good start, the AC made the dogs a litle cold but was great for keeping the meatsweats at bay until a little later in the contest. I tried to focus on my plates and my numbers, but I would hear how Flash Gordon and Pat were neck and neck , I knew I was 2 meats ahead of them. With just under a minute left I cleared and got another down putting me @ 21 an putting me even or a head of Flash, not sure where Philbin was. With 5 seconds left I stuffed one more taking it to 22. I looked left at Flashes plate and knew I had beat him, some relief there. I turn around to look at Pat's number his counter has him @ 22, suddenly panic, "Shit overtime" immediately goes in my head. I look over to steakbellie and show him 22 w/ my fingers. Yet I see no look of excitement for me...I gaze just past him to see Pat's plate, and I know why. There sits the lonely half of a dog that is stopping me from Conney Island. In my head I scream "FUCK"...I wanted this, I really did. 4 inches of dog, I had room for that...I was just beaten that day. Pat was the better eater and the smarter eater that day.

So now that I was man handled by Booker in Camden and Juliet in Pittsburgh. Then out smarted by Pat at QVC...Most would say wait until next year...With big boasts of comebacks and bigger numbers and smarter runs. But I say, we will have see what the future brings, w/ a little luck and hard work maybe I will finally see the stage at Conney, and not just on TV or from a distance. Maybe family pressure w/ bring it all to an end, who knows. I sure don't...

To all of you who made it this year a heart felt congratulations, it's a lot of work and dedication to get where you are and you all deserve every bit of it.

If you ever wondered how I got the Lazy eye

I was walking past the mental hospital some time back, and all the patients were shouting, '13....13....13'

The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks and looked through to see what was going on.

Someone poked me in the eye with a stick.

Then they all started shouting '14....14....14'...

14 to 23.5 to ???

Seems Nathans is upon us...It's not like anyone who is anyone doesn't already know this. But I can't help but wonder...First year 14...Second year 23.5...Third year???? So many questions seems to swarm my brain this time of year.

Can I improve another 10 dogs (9.5, but who's counting)???
Am I/will I be ready???
Is this my year???

A lot of thought went into these questions as I guess any eater has to answer the man in the mirrors questions...

Can I improve by 10? Why the hell can't I. I'm a better eater now than a year ago, I'm smarter and i know my body and it's limits intimately.

Am I/will I be ready??? If not now then when?!?!?

Is this my year??? Every year is my year...it's what I do w/ it. Whispers of Juris, Shredder, Stekbellie or Arturo. Their numbers mean nothing if I can't make my own number, a number to beat...and that all depends on me and me alone. We all get so damn caught up in speculation of what someone might do...we forget what we need to do.

My destiny is my own and can never be shaped or swayed by anothers obstacles...Only my own...

How many DUI's do you think this dumbass gets

DISINTEGRATOR: The Movie (rubber band gun)

I have a purpuse again

Aaahhh the first snow of the year

Seems that I was a bit over zealous in my excitement about this earls first snow fall...I decided to get all decked out in my snow angle outfit and shovel some snow. Since I have elderly neighbors I decided to do there porch also...Man they were pissed at me, The good news is they insist I don't shovel their porch anymore.

The real Lucky

Some people name there animals ironic names...SB has a three legged dog named luck. Another buddie of mine has a Great Dane named tiny...The list goes on I'm sure...

I have a cat called luck...and I think you'll agree it's not to be funny or facetious...

To Wing Bowl or Not to Wing Bowl...

This hiatus from eating is already making me crazy, and it's completely normal for me to get this way. Some of the eaters w/ spouses and kids need the down time to get there lives in order, spend quality time around the house. Some eaters might just need to just away for a bit, it takes a lot of commitment to travel as much as the likes of Pat, Joey and Wild Bill. But I can’t stand the down time; I would get like this in the off season for football.

I never really get to do as many contests as I would like, and honestly who does, but it seemed there was always something to look forward to. As Wing bowl falls upon us I thought this would be the one thing to get me through the winter, but it’s not and I don’t know why. This is the event I first cut my CE teeth on, this is the single largest crowd I’ve ever eaten or played in front of. Yet it’s not appeasing the dark passenger that is my completive alter ego. I think once I do my trial run this weekend I might be in a better frame of mind…We’ll let you know. On Monday…

Rings true

IN PARENTING I'VE LOST MY MIND...

BUT

FOUND MY SOUL...

I thought it was just a figure of speech but apparently not!

Who knew

See who gets it and who doesn't

"There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't"

That's what friends are for

Going through some pictures I couldn't help but notice that Steakbellie is totally checking out my wife's rack....

Bastard

Only in America

Think you've got aches and paines

Michael Lenahan, 23, of Philadelphia, Pa. is gored in the leg by a fighting bull during a traditional bull run in Pamplona, Spain, Thursday July 12, 2007. Two American brothers were gored Thursday during the longest and bloodiest morning bull run at the San Fermin festival in the northeastern city of Pamplona. Lawrence Lenahan, 26, of Hermosa Beach, Calif. and Michael Lenahan, 23, of Philadelphia, Pa. were gored by a bull who strayed from the pack, turned around and ran the wrong way. The older brother suffered a eight-inch (20-centimeter) goring in the left buttock after a dangerous sharp right turn in the course Lenahan described as a 'dead man's curve.' The younger brother was injured shortly before the bull ring, the end point of the daily runs, after the bulls horn entered beneath his skin in his right shin.

The moral of the story, don't F#ck w/ Bulls

How rubber gloves are made acording to gram

When my grandmother was alive she lived w/ us for a few years. So I had to do a few things that sometimes we don't want to do. But you close your eyes and remember @ some point they changed your shitty diaper and wiped your A$$. During one of her visits to the hospital she got a bed sore on her rear end. No biggie I had to put change the dressing and put this ointment on it. She was a little nervous the first time, so he decided to tell her a little joke. As I put on my gloves. I simply asked her "Do you know how they make these gloves?" "No, I don't," she replied. "Well," I spoofed, "there's a building in Mexico with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size." Ironically she didn't crack a smile. "Oh, well. I tried," I thought. But about five minutes later, as I'm finishing up, she burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I was just envisioning how condoms are made!"

Moral of the story, Gotta watch those little old ladies! Their minds are always working. Even Grams

Will it Blend!!!!!!

I'm not kidding or exaggerating when I say this....This is the funniest site I've visited in a long time. I stayed up in bed until about 11:30 last night watching all of them...

http://www.willitblend.com/



Who ever thought this up is an F'ing marking genius...I actually went as far as getting out of bed @ quarter to twelve last night to order the home version which mind you is the one he uses in the videos. I honestly can not fathom how insanely awesome the commercial version would be. Alas I thought better of it once my feet hit the cold linoleum and realized Peep would flipping kill me...

When did it become ok

I am a huge fan of women, I love the female anatomy and always have. But since I've become married I have been happily following the look don't touch rule. Hence I have learned to love from a distance except w/ my beautiful wife of coarse.

I will admit my tastes have become more diverse, I like all shapes and most sizes, big and small boobs, Big asses and little asses...You get the idea. No one enjoys the rare siting of a nice whale tail more than me.

But could someone please tell me when it became acceptable for a woman to wear a shirt that was too short and tight w/ a Fat roll??? I work in an office that is "Business Casual" and the number of woman w/ there rolls hanging out is crazy. It takes everything in me to say "do you really think that looks good?"

I'm a fat ass and you don't see me walking around w/ a half shirt....NO!!!! And do you know why it not pretty and no one should be subject to it that didn't willingly marry me. Here is a hint, leave whatever it is your hiding under there to the imagination of the viewer. Once the present is opened there is no more suprise.

God protects the young and stupid

I love this guy...Absolutely love him. Just read the article then tell me you didn't at least think about trying it...In hind site I wouldn't need the bags of water because I'd probably piss myself.