Every year on the last day of our "Hell Week" for wrestling, we have a 3 mile run up the steepest road in Rancho Cucamonga. We arrange to have plenty of donuts, chocolate milk and egg nog (or as I call it "real men's gatorade") waiting at the top. Last year after suffering up the run nicknamed "The Big Pun" for the 8th time, I was enjoying my 2nd glass of egg nog and 3rd donut when one of my hot shot wrestlers challenged me to an egg nog chug. I have a hard time turning down any challenge especially when there are a bunch of my wrestlers egging me on (no pun intended). This challenge was 1 quart of egg nog (32 ounces or 8 servings) first one done gets the satisfaction of beating the other guy. Trust me for a wrestler beating his coach at anything brings mounds of satisfaction. I try to allow that as little as possible. The ensuing battle was filmed on a cell phone and is posted below.
Though I may be smiling at the end of the video, my stomach payed the price 15 minutes later when my competitor started to hurl.
I was wishing I could throw-up as well. However as a wrestling
coach you can't show any sign of weakness ever or you risk losing your mystique as some kind of freak wild-man who is able to
endure far more than a normal human-being. (Trust me this is a
vital quality for any respected wrestling coach.) Plus I didn't want to
give one of my wrestlers the satisfaction of knowing that he some
how caused me some kind of pain or even discomfort. So I had to
suck it up and keep wearing a smile until the party was over.
I don't think I'll ever learn, at least I hope not.