A man has got to know his limitations, and, over the past few years, I’ve come to know mine intimately, like a well-heeled but moderately scorned lover.
One of those limitations is how many frankfurters I can eat in five minutes, as I learned being the undefeated winner of the 2013 Plaza District Hot Dog Eating Contest. In what is both the proudest and most shameful moment of my life, the over-consumption of wieners earned me a nice little gift basket to many stores in the area and a fleeting moment of fame that has since been long forgotten by everyone except my cardiologist.