Bubba Dogs

I’ve mentioned it in previous posts, but it’s now official. The first annual Sea Isle City Hot Dog Eating Contest, presented by Bubba Dogs, is to be held on Saturday, September 22nd. The purpose of the event, besides watching people house ridiculous numbers of weenies, is to raise money for the Fallen Heroes Fund whose mission is to assist the children of those service members killed or maimed in the current wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

If anyone would like more information, please email via “Contact Bubba” link above right. What we’re hoping to do is garner corporate sponsorships for this more than worthy cause. Please touch base if you think you can help out. I’ll even buy you a weenie.

I’ll leave the Phillie talk at this: If this team makes it to the playoffs, don’t you (gulp) have to give Charlie Manuel a new contract? I’ve never experienced a Phillies team with more players having spent time on the disabled list and yet they’re still only 4 out.

I can’t believe I just said Manuel may deserve a new contract.

One of the great things about spending summers down here, correction, the GREATEST thing about spending summers down here is the relationships formed throughout the years. One of my closest friends as a kid was Chris Carlin. We partnered as lifeguards for three years as teenagers after having been surfing buddies on 76th street since age 9. Chris and I have been fortunate to re-connect lately and hopefully he’ll get a place in SIC so we can hang that much more. His father and mother were two of the kindest people I’ve ever come across. Chris’s pop is THE ticket guy for the Eagles. Email me for his cell phone number (just kiddin’ Mr. C). Mr. Carlin is celebrating a major birthday milestone this evening and I had the occasion to wish him a Happy B-Day just last night. When at work during the Terrell Owens fiasco a couple years back, his tag line when answering the telephone was, “Forget about T.O., you’re talking to Leo.” Having heard him say it on WIP radio, I had to inquire about it last night, much to the chagrin of his kids. They were hoping to never hear it again. Happy birthday, Mr. Carlin.

A Great Man - Leo Carlin

I had an “Only at the shore” experience just the other day. I was talking to my friend Dan who was coincidentally meeting at another friend Mike’s office in Manhattan. As soon as I hung up the phone, Dan’s wife came to the hot dog cart, bought 6 dogs and a bunch of tee shirts. When Maura left, Mike’s wife Tee walked by and said hello. All of it by chance. None of it planned. Only at the shore.