One of the fun little quirks about attending a baseball game as opposed to watching it on TV is the Hot Dog Derby. You know, the one where people get dressed up in a hot dog costume. One wearing ketchup, one wearing mustard, and the other wearing relish. they then race around the warning track between innings.
There are several variations of this throughout the major and minor leagues now, such as the President’s race at Nationals games. And who can forget the sausage race in Milwaukee. You know, the one where Randall Simon cracked one of them over the noggin with his baseball bat.
For the most part though, the hot dog races are the ones that are generally used. You can seem some interesting things during these races, let me tell you. Oftentimes, it is a no-holds-barred, and no rules trip and push-fest all the way through the tape.
Today we saw something else that often happens in these things, the faceplant. During the Hot Dog Derby at Kauffman Stadium in Kansas City on Sunday, they had kids don the hot dog costumes for the race.
What a thrill it must have been! I would have loved to do something like that as a kid! The only drawback is that something like this could happen:
Mr. Mustard showed a lot of heart by finishing the race, and the crowd gave him a much deserved standing ovation as he crossed the finish line!