Walking into Frank's Pizza on Sunday night, the first thing I noticed was three guys setting in the corner. They were approaching the end of what looked like a fairly large pizza. We quickly learned it was an all cheese 30 Inch Pizza, similar to what we were about to face. Scoffing at the size, we sat down and began the mental preparations necessary when a human being is about to step from his comfort zone and push himself beyond normal limits.
Frank himself brought out the ingredients going into this pizza; 2 lbs of pepperoni, 2 lbs of cheese; 2 lbs of sausage, 2 lbs of sauce, and 4 lbs of dough. Seeing this amount laid out before us brought even more hubris, "That's all!" I thought I could manage that by myself after seeing it in the raw form.
The pizzas were now placed into the oven, preparing each team for the ultimate challenge. I could feel my hunger increase every passing moment, the longing for a slice of pizza became great and all consuming in my mind. Soon I said, soon I will have this pizza. And sure enough, all three came out at the same time; 6:32 PM, you have one hour.
The first bit of this pizza was how I imagine a water balloon being made of cheese and meat and it filled with grease exploding in your mouth. Timmy and I gorged ourselves, working hard and trying to keep a strong and steady pace. About 40 minutes into it, we look at each and come to the conclusion that we suddenly hate pizza. Not being ones to throw in the towel, we stuck out the remainder of the hour slowly nipping away at the bits of crust on our table. Once time was up, about 50% of the Pizza was left, not too bad, but not enough.
