My friend Glen is on a barbecue team back in Memphis. They recently came in third in the whole hog division at the Beale Street Memphis in May Barbecue Cooking contest - the Super Bowl of barbecue contests. It's quite an achievement.
I had to give Glen a little shit about it, though.
"Admit it, Glen," I wrote him, "you blew a judge."
"Well," Glen immediately replied, "he said he was a judge."