This woman is amazing. She eats 26 sandwiches in 10 minutes and says she “could have done better.”
According to the story, “She holds numerous world eating records, including 46 dozen oysters in 10 minutes, 11 pounds of cheesecake in 9 minutes, 48 chicken tacos in 11 minutes, 37 hot dogs and buns in 12 minutes and 56 hamburgers in 8 minutes.”
I wonder how much she makes every year on the circuit?
I never got the point. Things like pie-eating races, which are mostly just silly and messy and great fun at summer camp are one thing. But I don’t understand the appeal of cramming massive quantities of foods down one’s throat. Less still do I understand the appeal of watching someone else cramming food.
In Sheboygan, Wis they do the bratwurst contest, and it’s sponsored by Johnsonville Brats, I believe. I doubt they charge to watch it, and I may go next time if she’s there. I just have to watch someone eat 36 brats in 10 minutes.
Somehow that page struck me as being a deeply weird article. It talks about “competitive eating” exactly as one would discuss a professional or serious amateur (Olympian or college varsity) athlete. (Which now that I think about it may say more about the weirdness of “ordinary” sports than it does about the weirdness of competitive eating: “George Herman ‘Babe’ Ruth was really good at hitting a ball with a stick; he spent his entire adult life doing so for large sums of money, and achieved immortal fame for the number of times he used a specially constructed club to hit a ball past certain defined limits.”)