This weekend I'm traveling to the bay area to eat Hooters wings and celebrate Joey Chestnut's epic ending to a college career that almost lasted a decade. I kid because I care Joey; no matter how long, at what age, or from what institution, a college degree is a priceless accomplishment.
Next, in the first full week of June, I'll be embarking on a 3-city competition extravaganza. I'll be returning to Chicago for the 3rd straight year for Rib Fest on June 8 - one day after my 34th birthday and two days after Chicagoan Pat Bertoletti turns like 23 or something virginic like that. Word is, I'll be working that Friday night as well on the Glutton Force Five MERV mobile wearing something horrifying and ridiculous.
On Saturday morning, I hope to dust off any previous night remnants and catch my 7am flight to Phoenix. I will be aiming to 4-peat as the regional Nathan's Hot Dog Eating champ and punch my 7th straight ticket to the finals at Coney Island on the 4th of July. You all know about that one.
After hopping up to Tucson (guess that makes 4 cities) and saying hello to my Grams, I'll be flying back to Seattle early Sunday morning to compete in the West Seattle Golf Club Championship, playing 36-holes on Sunday and aiming to qualify for the final 16 matchplay. I've been retooling my golf game considerably lately and I plan to play in a handful of very competitive Amateur events throughout the summer.
Check back soon for results.
Here is a dumb picture of me in a shirt that's too tight
And for good luck, here is a picture of a Monk waiting for the Bangkok subway
