Recently, I had the privilege of being chosen as a judge at a chili cook-off.

The original judge couldn’t make it, so I was asked to step in. I happened to be near the judge’s table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when I received the call. The other two judges assured me that the chili wouldn’t be too spicy and that I could enjoy free beer while tasting. With that, I became Judge #3.