The agony of defeat.
The thrill of victory.
Love this little kid. That’s how you game. You drop a Hot Dog, who cares? Pick that sucker back up and take it to RawDog city, savage style*. People who flip out about food hitting the ground are the worst. Do you know how many germs you inhale in a day? Millions. Fuck I guarantee you take your iPhone to the shitter then put it right back in your pocket every single day of the week. So unless there is visible dirt on a piece of food I’m always picking it up and eating it, always. This kid is wise beyond his years, or he’s just a 2 year old that eats everything with his hands and doesn’t give a fuck because he’s not even a real person yet, one or the other.
Between this and the Giants kid from last week, I like what the West Coast is bringing to the Hot Dog game.
*Legally obligated to include Disclaimer about child eating hot dog – at the time of this writing the subject in question had no known disability