Seven dogs of destruction

You know some sort of contest is bound to ensue when three guys go to The Ballpark on the famed "Dollar Hot Dog Night." Though I was the victor at the game with seven hot dogs eaten, late tonight, I am very much the loser. I've already reached for the acid-reducing tablets and now wish I had bought brand name rather than generic. It ain't working fast enough.

I have a long and proud history of eating contests from pie, pizza, pudding and now hot dogs. And I've always marveled at my roommate's accomplishment of 75 Vienna Sausages. But I think it's time to quite.