Friday, July 04, 2008

Happy 4th of July !! (a)

Happy Independence Day! Or, as they call it in the UK, Happy You-Ungrateful-Rebels-We-Never-Wanted-To-Keep-You-Anyway Day.

This is a holiday unique to the USA, where our culture takes center stage. In baseball, the Yankees are playing the Red Sox, which is as American as it gets. So I turned on the TV to ESPN, and what did I find?

A hotdog-eating contest. Indescribeable drama as Takeru Kobayashi tried to retake the title from last year's winner and upstart, Joey Chestnut (pictured above).

So I switched over to CNN (Channel 38), and what was their headline news-story? You betcha, the hotdog-eating contest. Indeed, if you go to the MSNBC website, you'll find this is also one of their top stories for the day. Click here.

In case you're dying to know, Chestnut and Kobayashi were tied at the end of the 10-minute contest, each having eaten 59 hotdogs (including buns). In the 1-minute "dog-off", Chestnut retained the title by downing 5 more.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy 4th July!

Enjoy your Thanksgiving turkey in memory of General Lee, while commemorating the forming of Lynyrd Skynyrd in 1776, only drinking coffee ... "going to the party, going to the Boston tea party ...", Daisy Duke, next president of the USA? Your country has a lot of interesting history. No, actually, I lied. It doesn't. I have older socks than your constitution. But the whole point is that this is a day off of work, free of charge, paid for by the tax payer. Enjoy! Nurse! I've wet the bed again ...

Bon chance,

Henri Hotdog,

Purveyor of fine dead horses and mechanically retreived flesh of turkey, minced (or 'rendered' as we say) to a pulp and put into tubes of pigs bladder to be eaten by the ill-informed, and soon to be ill-boweled.

Enjoy.

terry said...

interestingly (or not) i walked through a slaughterhouse about 10 years ago. it's probably the only time in my adult life that i considered becoming a vegetarian.

i also just finished reading a book about Chicago in the 1890's. apparently, the Windy City was a pig-rendering center in those days, and you could take a tour and watch the porkers get killed and made into bacon. as long as you didn't mind trudging thru blood.