I'd like to say it's taken me this long to recover from our "Six Pack Challenge" on Friday. That's why I've been a lazy blogger. It's not true, but I will admit that eating six McDonalds double cheeseburgers and downing six beers was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in competitive eating.
And I didn't even finish.
On paper it seems simple. Six double cheeseburgers. No problem. Six beers. In college, that's called "dinner." But it's not easy. It's hell. Six greasy fast food burgers is what it is, but the beers...that's where they get ya. That's SEVENTY TWO OUNCES of carbonated malt beverage (just over half a gallon) and it doesn't like to go down fast along side the aforementioned burgers.
Here we are getting ready. We started out strong. My strategy was to eat all the burgers, washing them down with one or two beers and then drink the remaining beers. Ian chose to combine all his beef patties on one burger and then use the remaining buns to "soak up the beer in his stomach." Beau went with the one-and-one approach -- one burger, one beer, repeat.
In the end, Beau won, taking his last bite and last gulp of Miller Lite just past the 34 minute mark. An eternity, sure, but don't knock it until you try it. The contest ended -- thank God -- when Beau finished, leaving me with two beers remaining (Coors Light). Ian, Jeremy and Billy all tied for third, each with either one beer and two burgers or two burgers and one beer leftover. John followed with two burgers and three beers to go.
This is me somewhere around minute 20. I've never felt so sick during an eating contest as I did right here, but I still managed to get down another beer-and-a-half after this.
This is one of my favorite shots from the contest. Here we see Ian's 10 patty monstrosity and him looking forward to eating the other half.
If I had it all to do over again, and knowing the contest stretched past half an hour, I might have adopted the strategy suggested afterwords by my father. Drink the beers first and then eat the burgers. Not only would the drunkeness make me hungry (we've all been there), but the drunkeness might have numbed the nausea caused by ingesting 2,800 calories of fast food. PLUS, by the time I got around to the burgers, some of the liquid might have left my stomach. Would it have worked? I'll never know because there's no way in hell I'll ever try it again.
A full set of pics can be seen here
. Next up in our office Summer of Gluttony is cake!