The Sweetest Victory?
Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 2:46 am
This is a continuation of a post from the "Site Requests" section.
Here is a brief history: I entered a ice cream eating contest spontaneously at my school about a month back, and destroyed all the peons in my educational community. This meant that I would move on to the finals, where I would face all of the rival schools in my area. My ingestional skills would be put to a test of might. Not only was my school's reputation on the line, but my own pride and poise. I also had a required female partner, who won her initial round against the ladies. Tonight was game night. With all my marbles on the line, I entered Zodo's: Bowling and Beyond at 4:00 pm. Pretty soon it was 4:20 and that's pretty cool. I was overcome with emotion while waiting in the special event room. I was impatient, nervous, flustered, and most of all, hungry. The Ice Cream eating finals consisted of 5 one-minute rounds. One contestant would eat as much ice cream as possible in one minute, and then would switch with their partner. I started, meaning I would have to endure 3 one-minute rounds, while my partner only 2. A large number of my classmates went to cheer me on, and it got my juices flowing. I sat in my designated ice cream eating chair while the crowd cheered my name. It was a haze, I could hardly see straight. It was my time... my time to shine, my time to rise up and eat as much mother fucking ice cream as I could possibly eat.
Round one: Inhale. I inhaled the ice cream. I could taste the vanilla in my stomach. Everything seemed blurry to me and yes, it was difficult. After the round was over I noticed my fierce competition. Ice cream was everywhere, bowls were devoured. "How much ice cream did they eat?" I pondered. I waited as the judges weighed our bowls and determined how much we had eated.
Round 2: My weakling partner struggled to consume anything. I became wary, and concerned about the competition.
Round 3: This was my most difficult round. I struggled to keep all the ice cream down, because it wanted out. It wanted to blast out of my throat into and all over the crowd, but I managed to tame the ice cream.
Round 4: My teamate stepped up, and managed to keep up with the other schools, despite the vigorous fat chick that lathered the ice cream about her face.
Round 5: Here I am, the final round. I closed my eyes, and blocked out the crowd. I am alone... and here is my ice cream. I must end this.
Soon the competition was over, and the crowd reappeared.
The owner of Coldstone's took the scores and declared my school as winners. I had done it. I had won.
Honor.
Not only did we win, but we beat the ice cream eating record.
In my 3 one-minute rounds I consumed 60 ounces of ice cream. That is 3.75 pounds of ice cream in 3 minutes. My partner ate 18 ounces. We beat our competition by over 20 ounces.
It is done, and I have rightfully won an ice cream social for 25 persons.
Would you like to come?
Here is a brief history: I entered a ice cream eating contest spontaneously at my school about a month back, and destroyed all the peons in my educational community. This meant that I would move on to the finals, where I would face all of the rival schools in my area. My ingestional skills would be put to a test of might. Not only was my school's reputation on the line, but my own pride and poise. I also had a required female partner, who won her initial round against the ladies. Tonight was game night. With all my marbles on the line, I entered Zodo's: Bowling and Beyond at 4:00 pm. Pretty soon it was 4:20 and that's pretty cool. I was overcome with emotion while waiting in the special event room. I was impatient, nervous, flustered, and most of all, hungry. The Ice Cream eating finals consisted of 5 one-minute rounds. One contestant would eat as much ice cream as possible in one minute, and then would switch with their partner. I started, meaning I would have to endure 3 one-minute rounds, while my partner only 2. A large number of my classmates went to cheer me on, and it got my juices flowing. I sat in my designated ice cream eating chair while the crowd cheered my name. It was a haze, I could hardly see straight. It was my time... my time to shine, my time to rise up and eat as much mother fucking ice cream as I could possibly eat.
Round one: Inhale. I inhaled the ice cream. I could taste the vanilla in my stomach. Everything seemed blurry to me and yes, it was difficult. After the round was over I noticed my fierce competition. Ice cream was everywhere, bowls were devoured. "How much ice cream did they eat?" I pondered. I waited as the judges weighed our bowls and determined how much we had eated.
Round 2: My weakling partner struggled to consume anything. I became wary, and concerned about the competition.
Round 3: This was my most difficult round. I struggled to keep all the ice cream down, because it wanted out. It wanted to blast out of my throat into and all over the crowd, but I managed to tame the ice cream.
Round 4: My teamate stepped up, and managed to keep up with the other schools, despite the vigorous fat chick that lathered the ice cream about her face.
Round 5: Here I am, the final round. I closed my eyes, and blocked out the crowd. I am alone... and here is my ice cream. I must end this.
Soon the competition was over, and the crowd reappeared.
The owner of Coldstone's took the scores and declared my school as winners. I had done it. I had won.
Honor.
Not only did we win, but we beat the ice cream eating record.
In my 3 one-minute rounds I consumed 60 ounces of ice cream. That is 3.75 pounds of ice cream in 3 minutes. My partner ate 18 ounces. We beat our competition by over 20 ounces.
It is done, and I have rightfully won an ice cream social for 25 persons.
Would you like to come?
It sounded so intense!