I was in a kid's bowling league when I was young. It was a lot of fun. My friend Corey and I would ride down with his mom (the local MILF) to the local bowling ally (which later turned into an evangelical church; the town I grew up in was cool back then but kind of sucks now) and we would bowl badly. Then we would walk home and break stuff on the way.

At the end of the season they would have the awards ceremony. This was before they decided to make all kids complete wimps by not keeping score at games or announce overall winners, so instead of everyone getting a lame trophy only the top three teams got lame trophies and the rest of us got nothing. However, the awards ceremony included all you could eat hot dogs, and without parental supervision it naturally turned into a hot dog eating contest. We were only about 9 or 10, and put at least 10 away (with buns) each. Needless to say, the walk home after that was long and painful.

Here is a link to an article on the Nation’s Hot Dog eating contest. How exactly does one train for this? As for the shirt, I know I should be buying more Dude shirts, but Walter is my favorite.