Whether you're eating them at a hot dog stand, hot off your grill, or at your favorite baseball park, hot dogs are synonymous with summer fun. I may seem like a piggy, or a freak, but I have probably already eaten 25 hot dogs since the end of March, and I don't think I'm going to be quitting any time soon. I'm not quite sure of the health risks, and quite frankly I don't care.
On Opening Day of baseball I picked out the player I thought would hit the most home runs. Though I absolutely hate the Cardinals, I chose Albert Pujols. I've decided that everytime Albert Pujols hits one over the fence, i would eat a hot dog.
That day, Albert hit two home runs, and i ate two frankfurters hot off my grill. Delicious. This delicious oath I have made to baseball is definately something i look forward to. Now I am forced to snack on hot dogs regularly, and am thrilled. So folks, get your foam fingers and Coors light ready, because the real Boys of Summer are back, and they're weenies.
I didn't comment when I first read this, but good stuff. A serious hot dog is a thing of beauty.
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