
Reason Why She's A Contender:
I once ate so much spinach that it (literally) burned a hole in the roof of my mouth from the excessive amounts of oxcylic acid. (* Woe to all ye who dare to beat me... i'm toughened up!) Plus, clocking in at 4'10" -110 lbs- and 13 years as a vegetarian, shoving spinach will be a sight of pure ecstacy & amazement!

Reason Why She's A Contender:
Although a mere woman, I can school you girlie-men. Also, I have a history of success in eating contests. The trophy on my mantle reads: "runner-up, yale pie-eating challenge, 2003." Many have been left holding their stomachs in my wake. You, the weak eaters of garlicky greens, shall be no different. Fear me.

Reason Why He's A Contender:
I always wanted to be Popeye. More importantly, I am doing this for all
the security guards at 131 Dartmouth. Everyday, we deal with b.good
problems. Everyday, we take their crap. That all ends on Thursday Night.
After destroying the competition, I will be dinning on b.good profits.
HA HA HA HA. I will eat and eat and eat some more until the b.good scum is
out of business and out of our lives. My stomach is a weapon (a very
big one) and b.good is the target. Get ready. Feed me. FEED ME.

Reason Why She's A Contender:
I am a cute girl... need I say more? Oh, I do, do I? Umm... I have two brothers with whom I have had to “compete” with at the dinner table. We've all heard of the bottomless pit that is puberty... eat quick or getting nothing soon becomes the motto of the only girl at the table! Now, really I don't think you want me to say more.

Reason Why He's A Contender:
I've made a reputation for myself by eating staggering quantities of unforgiving foods that leave lesser men crouched before porcelain. I've taken down a Chinese buffet in Winchester, Tennessee and preside over the annual Dog'n'Nog Winter Hotdog Eating Festival. Garlicky greens, Anthony, and Jon will wilt before my powers of consumption.
Reason Why He's A Contender:
The 2nd time I watched Cool Hand Luke, I actually ate 50 eggs and enjoyed a memorable food entertainment moment. 30 Taco Bell tacos, 45 PowerBars and 7 lbs. of wings had no chance. In short, I don't discriminate based on food group, taste or situation. I just like the challenge, and I plan on eating your burgers for free for a long time. Cheers to that.
Official Contest Judge & Timekeeper

Reason Why He's the Official Judge & Timekeeper:
There's only one reason why I'd ever leave Canton at night - the
opportunity to see my boys kick ass... or, to go to the dog track. You want
to give me a ride? I got a tip on the number 7. Oh your busy... give me a
$%$%ing break.
Anyway, I've spent my life teaching these boys the value of over-eating at
all times. And I've instilled in them that only the strong survive when it
comes to consuming massive quantities of food. They have been groomed into
spinach predators that prey on the weak and feast on their bloated
carcasses. Basically they are like spinach wolves, mean ones, not like
that wimp in Dances With Wolves. That wolf was weak, and that movie was
pathetic. Three and a half hours of love, no action. If it was up to me, I
would have set up a Wolf vs. Indian death tournament and called it Dances
with Evil Wolves or Wolf Fight or maybe Bloody Wolf Go Home. Yeah, Bloody
Wolf Go Home. That's good.
I digress. The title belt will stay where it belongs - sitting around my
waist or around my bulldog's if she wants it. You want the belt my little
baby, Mookie? Here eat this cheese burger. You'll feel better. Anyways,
the road to the title will always run through Canton. Hit 'em and hit 'em
hard.