Listen to Joey, sports always try to tell you something, even with the medium of hot dogs

tHis big dog is back. The big dog is hungry. Most importantly, hunger. Joey Chestnut by Reclaim his world champion In the legendary hot diet competition in Coney Island, New York on July 4. Chestnut, also known as the silent warrior, is basically the elite diet Messi. Or rather, he is Ronaldo, ruthless in his perfectionism, possesses tempting competitive arrogance, and has goat-level numbers to back it up: the champion of mustard belts, as of 2021, as of 2021, when he ate 76 hot guys in 10 minutes, he was frankly greeted a Frank (Hotlift) in his debut in 2005, when he was on a high stage.

Most importantly, chestnuts can prove it. He is Competitions were banned last year due to controversial sponsor deal Plant-based hot dog alternatives are available. Losing the title is a kind of Icarus moment. No one is bigger than this sport. Diet must curb him. So, the diet this time is not about $100,000 (£73,000) in bonus. It’s about legacy.

Chestnut said to the camera before Thursday’s weigh-in, “I’m back.” It seems that it seems like a bunch of incredible hot dogs stuffed into his face, and frankly, it’s one of several things that actually make sense this week, and perhaps even the greatest and honest thing about all current human activities.

Mainly, it’s about will and passion. “I want to push myself,” Lizi told USA Today, continuing to talk about the tiny details of marginal gains and preparation, about engaging in yoga, about rhythm, and about girl delivery. There is something to say, applying an “electric simulator” on his abdomen to endlessly patch the temperature of the water used to suppress the bun’s head, used to develop exercises for internal muscles, asthma medications to improve air flow, open sinuses and increase the ability to fill hot dogs.

Of course, diet athletes’ daily hard hospital. Chestnut’s neck rose endlessly and was accompanied by a 7 kg bra. “When I looked up, I almost imagined myself swallowing, so I pushed my tongue toward the belt on the belt and my throat was stuck.” You have to admit it. This is very sexy.

In elite sports, the real kicker is attitude. Joey Chestnut? Joey Chestnut brings aggressiveness. He is looking for the “perfect combination of anger and calmness.” This is all true. Three years ago, he was forced to hire a choke among the stage aggressors who had run in Darth Vader’s mask to protest the killing of animals so people could stuff them into their mouths. The chestnuts did not stop. He was still won by 15 dogs. This is eating legacy.

Yes, it’s also confusing. Is this ironic? Is the World Hot Dog Eating Championship a joke? No one seems to really know. The stage announcer certainly seemed to think it was a comedy event. The crowd had a loose spring break boy vibe. But there is competition, men and women’s activities, a large-scale judging corpus, statistics and fanaticism, and of course cash prizes. It feels real, or like something that becomes so unexpected.

It’s not about laughing at the United States either: British – Norbury, oh dear, what are they doing now about the Gives news. I love America, love it as an idea, and it is also a place, energy and color, and even (even now) optimistic. I also love hot dogs and can fill up one of them at a time. But at the same time, it is impossible to exaggerate how disgusting the hot dog eating tournament is a spectacle, and in various senses.

You might think you already know it’s disgusting. Well, you know nothing.

The look of the world’s popular diet championships, there’s no other way to be like a self-loathing high-speed miscellaneous marathon, where competitors keep nodding, piercing food with both hands, coating with bun sauce and meat, looks shocking, but also exciting.

All of this was shattered into the infamous splash zone by a mob, whose crouched judge, whose stern warning of “flying debris.” To be fair, you can indeed see that neck exercises are paying off at this point. The natural assumption is that diet athletes will be big. They are not. They are enthusiasts, trimming, preparing for competition. Joey Chestnut’s head perfectly surrounds muscles, such as the boxer’s biceps or the core of a gymnast.

If I want nitpick, I recommend making the sport more robust with a rule that all dogs and bread have to be consumed overall, don’t tear it apart, and then bun the dog and bun it, which essentially damages the ball. Otherwise, it’s a fascinating spectacle and honest in its own way.

All American sports are basically excuses for eating, a complex machinery that revolves around the creation desire of having a hot dog. The Hot Dogs Championship cuts the chase, like reducing football to a single penalty shootout. This is what you actually want. Just own it.

This is also a structural perfect movement. All movements should reflect a culture to express certain parts of a national character, even in the form of chaos, such as Spanish bullfighting, or the way cricket dramatizes the British class system.

Yes, at this point it would be easy to laugh at the dysfunction of America surrounding food, but it also has to do with roots with real and beautiful roots: richness, prosperity, prosperity of the land, tired hungry masses settled on a new border. Diet was sewn in the American century. JK Galbraith The famous 1957 research association of the Affluent came to the conclusion of “capitalist works”, as evidenced by excessive consumption. He concluded: “There are too few foods that die in the United States.” This is a good thing.

Therefore, food is American freedom. “Taste Like Freedom” is a common banner on the hot dog tournament, even if the taste proves to be a compacted sawdust isolation bob, just like a motorcycle. Even like many free things (cars, sex, guns), this is a kind of freedom that leaves the ultimate helpless.

Daily life in the United States may be chased by food, constantly craving for American gifts, which is borne by patriotic consumer responsibilities. A dining room that looks like a car showroom. The idea that a physical attack that actually feeds a steroid flap is actually some kind of toxic attack. Even at the high end, the business is still obsessed with food: the world’s greatest burritos, the most organic vegan dim sum ever. America and food are obviously so dysfunctional, you will start to feel like you can fix the whole place if you take symptoms first before them. Do not stop eating. Just stop eating it.

Yes, it’s all double, beneficial, overdoing when the United States is also sponsoring the famine in Gaza, and Joey Chestnut can win $100,000 while hosting a hot dog competition. But this is also the sadness of the family.

Hot dogs are one of those American objects, an icon of everyday life, and even the current happy scenes fall within range. The story of the origin of hot dogs is properly dispersed, thanks to the sausage suppliers at the 1906 St. Louis World Fair, or the moment when genius was established in Louisiana in 1904, or in all the Germans who had put “Ducky” in the bun.

It doesn’t matter. There is a vague and folk feeling about this. Hot dogs are immigrant food, sports site food, and equal food. This is American symbolism, American art. It’s Gatsby’s green beacon, Jack Kerouac burns like a Roman candle, Ignatius Riley pushes his hot dog cart toward New Orleans and murmurs on the Wheel of Destiny.

Now, Hot Dogs have been updated to rotten and redundant Klaxon via the Joey Chestnut Show. Basically, now everything is a hot dog diet competition, from sports to business to shared human experience, we are all suffering from this desire, desire, desire to consume pain.

The same week in the world, the British government even started Take weight loss pills as a healthy life choice. We will create a calorie-filled world where we will take your green space away, stick you in front of the screen, making your life a matter of passive consumption. Then, when it becomes too expensive to repair your body and mind, we inject it for it. Shooting stuff full of painkillers, antidepressants and weight loss jabs, we might assemble a functional person.

So, Joey Chestnut and his hotdog show speak in an exciting way, a punk irony move. Joey Chestnut said it is the life you spend for us, and human needs are extrapolated to a wild extreme. I will take the world and hold up the mirror and turn it into a wonder that ridicules wonder. Enter the splash zone, large food. Feel his spit on your face.

It always feels that the movement is trying to tell you something through the medium of hot dogs. Sometimes, sometimes you only get the hero you need.