Last night, when bosswriterand I went to the concert, we arrived about an hour early so we could get a seat.  After picking a spot, I went in search of something for us to eat.  A Gold Coast Dogs was about two blocks away, so I got a hamburger for her, and a hot dog for me.  As a proper Chicagoan, my dog had no ketchup on it, and had two of the largest sport peppers I have seen.  These things had to be almost a 1/2 inch around, and 2 1/2 to 3 inches long.  And yes, I do like my peppers, so I snugged them down next to my dog and started in.  The first bite was great as I gnawed into my dog and pepper.  With the second bite, however, disaster (or at least the pepper) struck.  Since I had taken the end off with my first bite, the second bite squeezed ALL the juice out of the pepper right into the back of my throat.  I.....could......NOT.....breath!  Here I am, coughing, eyes watering to beat the band, throat burning, and every time I tried to get a breath I started coughing more.  After about a minute or so of this (felt like an hour) I managed to get a drink and that cleared out the worst of it, and I was able to get a breath.  Ah, there's nothing like getting pepper sprayed directly in the back of the throat to make for an exciting meal.  Needless to say, I passed on the second pepper.