It doesn't get more Scottish than this.
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August 30th, 2008 – by: afredrix
Locals and tourists alike flocked to the town's fairgrounds to cheer on the track events, traditional dancing and heavyweights tossing whatever they could get their hands on. Hammers. Shotputs. Or my personal favorite, "cabers." Each beast-of-a-man took a turn lifting the 15-foot log by its base, shuffling back and forth until they felt fairly confident it wouldn't topple backwards and take out their opponents, then ran forward, giving it a heave with enough gusto to push it end over end.
The sporting events were all fine and good, but the real highlight of the day was the Haggis-eating contest. Or more importantly, the fact that Adam joined the Haggis-eating contest. He'd been wanting to try the traditional dish since he set foot in Scotland, and what better way to give it a taste then shoveling the entire thing in your mouth at record-breaking speed.
For anyone not familiar with the food, the Wikipedia definition is this: "Sheep's 'pluck' (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices and salt, mixed with stock and traditionally boiled in the animal's stomach for approximately three hours.
Oddly enough, the contestants were solely men. And 95% of them were the sturdy specimens from the heavyweight events. And then there was Adam. Sandwiched between them all and representing New Zealand and small Asian men everywhere with impressive consumption skills. A well-practiced Scottish gent ended up winning, but we're sticking to the story that Adam pulled in second. Not bad for a first-timer.
All of the day's events were set to the soundtrack of the on-going bagpipe competition. The idea of being able to tell when a bagpipe hits a wrong note is baffling enough, but to be the poor judge that sat through 5 or 6 hours of the constant piping is enough to kill a man. It was difficult to distinguish if their expressions read as "engrossed concentration" or "pure agony." By the final hour and five-thousandth wrong note, I'm guessing it's somewhere along the lines of "ready to shove the next pipe into the inner depths of the first kilt that walks by."
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