THEY'RE SORT OF LIKE SUZY Q'S

Just in case the whooopie pie contest organizer is scouring the internet, searching for coverage of her upcoming Whooopie Pie Festival, I'm going to intentially misspell the word whooopie throughout this post. Hopefully Google is dumb enough not to take things like that into consideration if and when she performs said search.

Why do I care? Because at last year's festival, she got super pissed off at Ian Hickman when he swooped in and ate 36 mini-pies during the festival's whooopie pie eating contest to take the title. He put on an awesome show and, for some reason, that didn't sit too well with her. Well, that and he snuck past her "no professionals" rule. That sneaky sonofabitch.

I'm not a professional eater (whatever that is), so I don't have anything to worry about with my entry into this year's contest. Still, I'd rather her not see this post, just in case it angers her even more and she decides to blacklist me and anyone else who looks remotely hungry and focused.

Game time is this Saturday at 2:30 at Hershey Farms in Lancaster (right next door to the Rockvale Outlets where the IFOCE shoofly contest was held). I'm calling tomorrow to inquire about sign-up procedures. Something tells me I'll have to initiate the conversation with another topic (the scheduled appearance of the world's largest whoopie pie, perhaps?) and transition seemlessly into talk of the eating contest. All while appearing mildly disinterested. Don't want to seem too eager. That's what pros do.