Moving Them Fat Butts.

I got attacked by a pig the other day, and accidentally won a 5k road race.

Okay, that’s entirely true, but man, these guys can move. The Fall Festival at the Grove featured Alaskan pig racing (do all animals haul ass in Alaska, or just pigs and Huskies?) and I had a front-row seat.

The key to getting pigs to perform is simple: stuff their faces. Feed them to get them out of their trailer and into the starting gate. Have a trough of foot at the end of this steeplechase to make them really motor. Then have dessert waiting back in the trailer so they return unprompted. I, for one, loved it. Ricky may be getting a younger, even fatter brother soon.