I wasn't caught, but I caught somebody...
Back when I was a young American and thus forced to pretend to like sports, I held season basketball tickets for my alma mater. We were national champions and, as such, celebrities began to flood to the matches. Oh yes, all the big names and famous faces of the mid-mid-Midwest were there.

I held the worst seats in the house. I fundamentally refused to pay for decent seats to games I wouldn’t actually pay attention to. However, the worst seats shared the same bar space as the box seats, thus I often found myself face-to-face with Sam Merrill – the newscaster with the smoothest voice in all of the Midwest. I even had a chat with Scott Wickersham, the anchor with buns (and hair) of steel. WOW.

One day, though, I saw a very famous Muslim-convert boxer amongst the crowd. Holy shit, thought I, so I set about skulking around corners like a pervert. I watched him get into a fast food queue, and I swiftly stalked myself into the line behind him. This is where I caught him doing something which would shock the nation to its very core. And what, may you ask, did I catch this world famous Islamic boxer doing?

Buying and eating a hot dog.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 14:12, 4 replies)

You can...
Get hotdogs made with beef. Taste bloody strange mind you.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 7 Jun 2010, 14:19, closed)

Hot dogs are made with et cetera
(NOT Peter Cetera)
( BrokenCoccyx doesn't mind if you grope on, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 15:52, closed)

Cassius Clay?

(sabre-tooth monkey, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 14:26, closed)

Yup

(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 15:42, closed)