21 May 2002


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."