Last night was the Great Crab Eating Championship Of The World. Mr. Daniel Cody and myself squared off at Las Palmas in a battle of intestinal fortutide. Literally. Several months ago, the boys and I spent the weekend in Chicago. It's now commonly referred to as "Buchs' Weekend", because (1) I walked away with The "Mr. Risk" title, and (2) I thoroughly squashed Dan in a friendly swimming competition. Shortly after that weekend, Dan let it be known that he was a big fan of Crab. I responded that I, too, enjoyed the Crab - a lot. Well, one thing led to another, and Dan spouted off some nonsense about being able to ...