Jabari Parker, clad only in his underwear and shivering, placed the first bratwurst in his mouth, gagging at its unappetizing texture.
Zaza Pachulia looked on amusedly as the stopwatch ran in his hand. “If you have trouble with first brat, imagine how number 10 feel! Remember, no puke or you lose and receive mocking!”
Jabari looked around at his fellow participants in the “Bradley Center Bratwurst Barbarity” team-building exercise: Damien Inglis, Giannis Antetokounmpo, Nate Wolters, and Johnny O’Bryant. Each wore are a similar disgusted look on their face as they attempted to force uncooked brats, complete with bun, into their protesting maws. The bitter Milwaukee cold did not help matters.
Ersan Ilyasova chided the young players. “It not so bad, don’t be weak. Miroslav would be already running around Bradley Center ten times.” He was referring to last year’s winner, Miroslav Raduljica, who won “Milwaukee Miller Madness” so handily that the Bucks had to trade him.
Jabari was now busy consuming his third brat, his stomach already making warning sounds. He tried to gauge how he stacked up to his teammates; it looked Giannis was already half way done with the brats. Meanwhile, Damien Inglis abruptly stopped eating only his second sausage, put his hands on his knees, and disgorged barely-digested brat bits everywhere.
“You know the rules, puke you lose!” Zaza shouted. “It okay, with walking boot you probably not win anyway. Rest of you, keep eating!”
Jabari was feeling distinctly nauseated at this point. How many more brats could he take?