CNN.com posted an article today about competitive eating. George Shea, Chairman of the International Federation of Competitive Eating says people who compete in such contests are athletes who "train for their sport, working to improve jaw strength and increasing their stomach capacity."
I do that too, but I'm not an athlete I'm just fat and gross.
Mr. Shea is out promoting some turkey eating competition that will be televised on Spike TV. "Seeing these guys go at a 20 pound turkey is like poetry," he says.
I would have to disagree. Poetry can be bad sometimes but it should never make you vomit.
I know a lot of these "athletes" are not overweight and are in decent shape considering what they do, but watching them shove food down their throats might be the single most disgusting thing (outside of a White House press conference from the past seven years) I've seen. As my family can attest, considering some of the shit I've witnesses in the name of "special musical numbers" that's really saying a lot.
My biggest problem with these pseudo-sports (eating, cup stacking, soccer) is that at the end of the day who really gives a shit?
Sure I'm bitter. I'm a champion underachiever. I'd be less pissed off if mine was a sport that was televised on ESPN 2. When that day comes I can promise you two things will happen: I'll ease up on competitive eaters and I will rule the world.
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Yo Bro says: Even the worst poetry has never made me hurl, but thinking about "special musical number" for the first time in many years did make me physically gag. And as someone who's living in the EU and doesn't give a shit about soccer (and done even get me started on the other popular pseudo-sport called rugby!!), I loved your dig on what the locals called "football" even though I'd never dare repeat it to anyone here. :D
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