Once again I was denied first place in the Rib Cook Off. I took second. I hate to say it was fixed but it was fixed. My ribs were spectacular. The were cooked perfectly with a sweet smokey flavor upon first bite. They finished with just a hint of Jamaican spiced heat. How on Gods green earth could Arthur Bryant himself compete with that. Birds from hundreds of miles away flew in looking for scraps. Porky Pig himself would have eaten these ribs and asked for more. He would have donated his own ribs so he could have more. Next year will be played under protest.