It started as a mid-life thing. First I wanted a sports car but quickly realized I couldn’t afford something I’d be satisfied with (topping the list was a 1964 DB5). So I thought maybe a big powerful house boat might be the answer. After a little (very little) arithmetic I realized I couldn’t swing the boat I wanted either. So I decided a young girlfriend was the answer! My wife quietly pointed out that option would cost me as much as the car & boat combined - as well as an appendage I’ve become quite fond of over the years! So naturally that left competition BBQ & here we are. No sports car, no boat, no college cheerleader but at least I can still pee standing up!
I compete because it's the only sport my body will allow me to participate in where it doesn't revolt the next day.
It started as a mid-life thing. First I wanted a sports car but quickly realized I couldn’t afford something I’d be satisfied with (topping the list was a 1964 DB5). So I thought maybe a big powerful house boat might be the answer. After a little (very little) arithmetic I realized I couldn’t swing the boat I wanted either. So I decided a young girlfriend was the answer! My wife quietly pointed out that option would cost me as much as the car & boat combined - as well as an appendage I’ve become quite fond of over the years! So naturally that left competition BBQ & here we are. No sports car, no boat, no college cheerleader but at least I can still pee standing up!
Because it allows me to hang out with some of the best people I have ever met. Even Scottie!
In what arena, other than poker, can fat, middle-aged people have the opportunity to compete against the very best in the world and actually have the chance to maybe one day become one of the very best in the world?
The answer is Competition Barbeque.
I find that to be about as thrilling an opportunity as there is in this here life!