The 9-9-9 Challenge

18. 08. 28
posted by: Kyle Wallpe

For those of you who may not know, the 9-9-9 challenge is a little affair that’s been floating around the internet for a couple of years now. The Challenge includes: eating 9 hotdogs and drinking 9 beers during the 9 innings of a baseball game. It is a challenge that my friends and I have been bouncing around the idea of trying for a while.  I know what you’re thinking – “That’s disgusting, and no self-respecting person would ever attempt this!” Well, luckily for everyone out there, my self-esteem is just low enough and my stomach capacity is just high enough for me to give this a whirl.

First off, let me paint you a little picture of the background of this story. My employer gets season tickets to the Indianapolis Indians games and if no one is taking a client, the employees are allowed to use them. For whatever reason, no one ever seems to use them so myself and my roommate (shout out Zach) decided that we should try to go to as many as possible because, well, why not? There’s just not many things as pure and as enjoyable as a minor league baseball game in the summertime. So we had four tickets – Zach, Myself, and our two co-workers Bertram and Grant. The Indians were matched up against the Louisville Bats, the AAA affiliate for my favorite MLB team the Cincinnati Reds. So, we have the tickets, the people, and the matchup, but there is one last detail that happens to be the cherry on top: this game was $1 hot dog night. That’s right, the one thing that makes a night at the ball park complete; a warm juicy hot dog, could be obtained for pocket change. If there was night to attempt the 9-9-9 challenge, this was it.

Before I get too far I want to disclose that I went by 12oz. beers, the stadium sold 24oz. beers so each one was counted as 2, if you want me to drink nine 24oz. beers in one game then either send me the funds to do so (Venmo: @KWallpe) or find someone to sponsor this blog (please email This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. for sponsorship inquiries)

We got to the Ball Park right as the first pitch was happening, head over to the concession stand and get this party underway –

 

Inning: Top 1st

Order: 2 dogs and 2 beers

Total Order: 2 dogs and 2 beers

Order Cost: $9

Total Cost: $9

 

As you can see from the intro picture - I was just bursting with excitement at getting to take on this challenge. There’s just nothing quite like a Hotdog and a beer at a baseball game, it’s got everything: hot, cold, salty, spicy, sweet. FYI my toppings of choice for a baseball dog are mustard, sweet relish, and jalapeños. Even though I was aware of the mountain that I was about to climb, this first round was delicious. It really just hit the spot. I powered through these and got my second round.

 

Inning: Bottom 2nd

Order: 3 dogs and 2 beers

Total Order: 5 dogs and 4 beers

Order Cost: $10

Total Cost: $19

 

Being the scholar that I am, I realized that in order to get to 9 hotdogs I would have to order an odd amount at some point, I decided to get a round of three this time to set that up. It was during this round that I could tell that this wasn’t going to be all fun and games. I slowed down a little bit but was still having a good time, I mean I am after all drinking beer quickly as well so that helped to keep my spirits high. I took a little break before heading back up to the concession stand for more.

 

Inning: Bottom 4th

Order: 2 dogs and 2 beers

Total Order: 7 dogs and 6 beers

Order Cost: $9

Total Cost: $28

 

It was at this point in my journey that I realized how lucky I was to have attempted the 9-9-9 on this night. I would almost bet my first born child that there were more foul balls hit in this game than any other baseball game ever played. This extended the time that I had to complete my mission. You are at the mercy of the baseball gods while going through this. If you happen to go to a 1-0 game where everyone is getting out in one or two pitches that game is going to move wayyyy too quick for you to accomplish your goal. I needed to stop by the bathroom to drain out all of the beer in the middle of the 6th and then I got back to it.

 

Inning: Bottom 6th

Order: 2 dogs and 2 beers

Total Order: 9 dogs and 8 beers

Order Cost: $9

Total Cost: $37

 

Also during my above mentioned trip to the bathroom I decided to loosen my belt one notch and let me tell you what, I felt like a brand new man after that. If you ever feel insane enough to try this yourself, I recommend wearing basketball shorts, or maternity pants, or no pants at all. With this order I had my final two hotdogs in hand, I decided to put a little ketchup on them to change the taste just to get my mouth excited about them, that’s a real pro move that you amateurs out there can take with you. The only way describe my feeling after putting these down would be bloated, just absolutely stuffed. I can’t even join in on the conversation with my friends because every time I open my mouth I burp. I look up at the scoreboard and notice it is the 7th inning, and this sets off a bit of panic in my head because for those of you who have never been to a baseball game, they stop serving beer in the 7th inning. I rush up to the concession stand hoping that I didn’t just blow my chance a greatness because of a silly mistake. But much to my overstuffed delight, the nice old lady behind the counter handed me one more 24oz. beer before closing down the taps.

 

Inning: Middle 7th

Order: 2 beers

Total Order: 9 dogs and 10 beers

Order Cost: $7

Total Cost: $44

 

I returned to my seat with this seemingly gigantic beer in hand and much to my surprise, I can’t drink it. I’ve always considered myself pretty good at drinking beer, and for the first time in my life, I just can’t bring myself to do it. But the gang is giving me some much needed words of encouragement, such as Bertram saying, “We’ll you’ve made it this far, you might as well do it.” Or Grant chiming in with a “This is a little gross, but I respect it.”  And then my good old roomie Zach exclaims, “I would totally do it if it was a weekend, I just don’t want to do it on a weeknight.” Don’t listen to Zach, he totally could not do it. But I knew that I could, so I just took a deep breath and started drinking on that ice cold cup of Americana. And before I knew it, it was over. I did it! It was one of the most disgusting and probably pointless things I have ever done, but I can mark it off the bucket list.

 

Despite how it looks here, I was very excited to have completed my goal. During the walk home I was a sweaty mess, but a sweaty mess that was full of pride! (And hot dogs [and beer]). We finally made it back to the apartment and I decided to treat myself to a five star dessert of tums and a shower. It was a perfect nightcap to a perfect evening.

 

If you ever feel foolish enough to try this yourself, let us know how it goes! Or if there any other challenges you want myself or the rest of the TBPYNH crew to try, let us know at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. , at our Facebook page, or at Twitter or Instagram @TBPYNH. Also please keep whatever toilet I encounter next in your thoughts and prayers. Thank you