People keep asking me if I’m worried about this Pizza Burrito challenge thing that officially started today. Well let me ask you this. Would somebody who is nervous about having to eat only pizza for the foreseeable future have ordered pizza on the Saturday and Sunday Night before the contest even began? Because that’s what I did. The second I got off the plane at Logan I went directly to Santarpios. Keep in mind I didn’t even have my own car. I made the cab driver take me there and wait for me outside. Then the next night I wolfed down a large pizza from Pats. Just carb-loading like a motherfucker to get ready for this thing. That’s what Big Cat still doesn’t get. I couldn’t wait for this contest to begin. I’ve been looking for an excuse to only eat pizza for my entire life. I finally found it. See what we are dealing with here is a perfect engine, an eating machine. It’s really a miracle of evolution. All this machine does is blog and eat and have an occasional heart attack and that’s all. Now take a long, close look at this picture. Those proportions are correct.