LandShark’s expectations were high at this year’s Wiener Nationals in Los Alamitos. He had spent the off season training rigorously in the sand and relentlessly chasing brother Murphy for hours on end. He landed a favorable spot in lane #2 with an even more favorable color (white – because it is hella hot in July). Sadly, all this training and good luck could not help him because his coaching staff was too busy chugging beers to remember to fix his running outfit…preventing the LandShark from being able to take a full stride and condemning him to third…or maybe it was fourth…place. So with his head bowed in disgust LandShark swore to the almighty Wiener that he would never again be foiled by a boozing coaching staff and an unhemmed racing jersey.