I’m not sure what possessed me to think about the idiocy of competitive eating at this hour. Not that it matters, of course, as almost everything I post at this hour arises from thoughts with no logical connection to the time of day.
At any rate, there it is. I’m thinking about how utterly silly and potentially destructive competitive eating contests are. Who can eat the most hot dogs in ten minutes? How many pepperoni pizzas can a team of gluttons consume in twenty minutes? How many gallons of ice cream will contestants eat before they begin projectile vomiting? It’s absurd.
Despite its inherent stupidity, it has become a ‘thing’ that attracts our attention. I’ve always thought these food contests were dumb. I just haven’t, until now, committed my disdain to the keyboard; at least not that I recall. The popularity of competitive eating may be on the downswing; I haven’t heard much about such contests lately. I hope so. I hope this post coincides with the demise of the homage to moronic gluttony.
And that’s all I have to say, for the moment, about that.
