Getting glee from gluttony

Well, I have a feeling that if I see another hot dog-eating contest or buffalo wing-eating contest covered in the media, I may end up blowing chunks. Sorry if that was too graphic, but someone who scarfs down more than three or four dozen hot dogs in ten minutes or so makes me want to, well, not ever eat a hot dog.

Why are these folks glamorized? Does stuffing your face with so much food in so little time really make you have some sort of contentment? I truly hope folks who eat pounds of food in a short amount of time for some kind of world record have a half-gallon of pepto-bismol handy. Or, a face plunger perhaps.

Hot dogs may be good fare, along with barbecue, on a holiday like Labor Day. But, I hope they are the kind that are made with free-range beef and no artificial colorings (like sodium nitrite) or disgusting ingredients.