How I spent my New Years – 100 shrimp gut bomb
For New Years, my good friend Pat and his family came to visit. Really they came to see Michigan at the Rose Bowl. Pat’s wife is a giant M fan and an appearance in the Bowl is a great reason to pack up the kids and drive West.
I was excited to see my old friend, and we quickly scheduled a time to see each other. Should we get together for: the Michigan band at Disneyland, the M pep-rally at the Santa Monica pier, the pre-game M festivities, post game M celebrations (turns out, not so much)… are you seeing a theme here for the weekend?
We decided that the most fun for the civilians would be the Santa Monica Pier pep-rally, those of us who went to say… art school could wander off while blue foam bubbled from the lips of the rabid hardcore M.
As soon as we walked onto the pier, I was confronted face to face with a bullhorn, not selling overpriced bootleg M sweatshirts, but shrimp, Bubba Gump shrimp.
HEY GO BIG BLUE!
um, Michigan is just blue, go blue…
YEAH! GO BLUE! ENTER A SHRIMP EATING CONTEST FOR BLUE!!!!
um shrimp? Eating contest, no thanks (keep walking)
THEAMS OF THREE, AND THE FINALS ARE HELD ON THE MAIN STAGE OF THE PEP RALLY! GO BLUE!!!!!!
Then Pat’s wife: wait, wait, the winners go on stage!
Um yeah…?
The very hollowed ground where the coach will speak from, where the players will walk… where, where… we could go backstage!
Pat, who was facing a drive back home across three states with said wife was the first to cave, It might be fun… not one to pass up a dare… I’ve now entering the world of competitive eating. But we are two, and need teams of three. We start looking around, and it turns out there it a single who just showed interest, a Young Indian Guy who I was never able to get his name. YIG is a software developer from Kansas City, came there from India 10 years ago, he and his wife are on spending the holiday in Los Angeles and had no clue anything was happening at the pier that day.
As we start looking around, it is becoming pretty obvious that every other team is young corn feed Michigan college boys, many of whom appear to actually be on the Rose Bowl team. And we are two graphic designers from San Diego with two kids apiece, and YIG from Kansas City, so obviously we choose a team name of… Ann Arbor. One guess who picked the team name.
The contest turns out to be a single elimination event, eight teams compete one on one, then the winning teams going on to semi finals, the winners of which head for the main stage. The rules were shrimp cocktail, after one minute the tails were counted and a winner declared...
I was excited to see my old friend, and we quickly scheduled a time to see each other. Should we get together for: the Michigan band at Disneyland, the M pep-rally at the Santa Monica pier, the pre-game M festivities, post game M celebrations (turns out, not so much)… are you seeing a theme here for the weekend?
We decided that the most fun for the civilians would be the Santa Monica Pier pep-rally, those of us who went to say… art school could wander off while blue foam bubbled from the lips of the rabid hardcore M.
As soon as we walked onto the pier, I was confronted face to face with a bullhorn, not selling overpriced bootleg M sweatshirts, but shrimp, Bubba Gump shrimp.
HEY GO BIG BLUE!
um, Michigan is just blue, go blue…
YEAH! GO BLUE! ENTER A SHRIMP EATING CONTEST FOR BLUE!!!!
um shrimp? Eating contest, no thanks (keep walking)
THEAMS OF THREE, AND THE FINALS ARE HELD ON THE MAIN STAGE OF THE PEP RALLY! GO BLUE!!!!!!
Then Pat’s wife: wait, wait, the winners go on stage!
Um yeah…?
The very hollowed ground where the coach will speak from, where the players will walk… where, where… we could go backstage!
Pat, who was facing a drive back home across three states with said wife was the first to cave, It might be fun… not one to pass up a dare… I’ve now entering the world of competitive eating. But we are two, and need teams of three. We start looking around, and it turns out there it a single who just showed interest, a Young Indian Guy who I was never able to get his name. YIG is a software developer from Kansas City, came there from India 10 years ago, he and his wife are on spending the holiday in Los Angeles and had no clue anything was happening at the pier that day.
As we start looking around, it is becoming pretty obvious that every other team is young corn feed Michigan college boys, many of whom appear to actually be on the Rose Bowl team. And we are two graphic designers from San Diego with two kids apiece, and YIG from Kansas City, so obviously we choose a team name of… Ann Arbor. One guess who picked the team name.
The contest turns out to be a single elimination event, eight teams compete one on one, then the winning teams going on to semi finals, the winners of which head for the main stage. The rules were shrimp cocktail, after one minute the tails were counted and a winner declared...
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