
One of our team members, Chris, and I were roommates in Williamsburg, Virginia in the spring and summer of 2007. We lived in a house with two other friends, a dog and a half-acre back yard. It was the perfect venue for a lazy Saturday (or mid-week) BBQ and the time in my life that cemented my love of barbecue from a cook's perspective.
Times change, people move and the logistics of getting your friends together for an afternoon cook-out become increasingly complicated. The members of Shirtless Mike's BBQ team all live in Arlington now, with Chris and Adam both commuting great distances, Richmond and Southern Maryland respectively, making the lazy afternoons in our large backyard a fond but distant memory.
To most guys grappling with the competing tensions of careers and bills and the rest of the less appealing features of the "real world," a hobby like ours gets pushed to the wayside. The weekly barbecue becomes emblematic of a simpler period in their lives when time was in abundance and wasting it was a noble end in itself.
My hope is that competitive barbecue will save us from that unappealing (and unappetizing) fate; that the rigors of looming competition and the fear of failure will force us to commit to our craft.
Barbecue season kicks into full-swing on Memorial Day weekend and our competition is now less than two months away. We will be hosting our first BBQ team practice this Saturday and I expect it to be full of missteps and kinks. We've invited our friends to join in the fun and act as guinea pigs with the understanding that practice makes perfect and with the sincere hope that the promise of a big platter of charred meat will offer us all a reprieve from the demands of adulthood, if only for an afternoon.
Homer Simpson put it best:
"All normal people love meat. If I went to a barbecue and there was no meat, I would say 'Yo Goober! Where's the meat!?'. I'm trying to impress people here Lisa. You don't win friends with salad."




