I've always wondered what it would be like in the spotlight on New Years Day at the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Championship. It's a great honor to be up there, and you're competing against some of the world's best eaters. Oh, what glory that is! What does it mean to be an eating champion? Beats me. I was teased unmercilessly as a kid for being overweight. Anyhow, that Kobayashi guy looks like an athlete and the Chesnut guy looks like he's been a couch potato his whole life. I fit somewhere in between, so who's to say I can't handle the job of shoving hot dogs down my throat.
I can eat with the best of them. Some days my stomach sees no end to the food I shove in there. The 72-ounce steak challenge in Amarillo--no problem. I've eaten 5+ pounds of food in one sitting before. Hot wing challenge in Pittsburgh--no sweat. It's really mind over matter.
There's no way my wife is going to let me be a pro eater, but the possibility is wide open. For now, I'll stick with Internet Marketing and Social Media Marketing. I'm not giving up hope on my raw (pun intended) ability. My wife makes me eat vegetables and fruit and crap like that. (I'll admit, sometimes it's not bad.)
Anyway, I can only dream the unthinkable, but perhaps one day you'll see me on the podium at the Nathan's Hot Dog Championship. Maybe you'll see me come out on top of the 72-ounce sirloin, or maybe beat the catfish record at Catfish and Steak Barn. All I'm saying is Adam Richman's got nothing on me. I'll go head-to-head with him any day--and maybe even partner with him.
Thus ends my thoughts about being a professional eater.
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