I was a Racing Sausage: My Moment in the Bun
Continued from Yesterday
Milwaukee, WI:
As instructed, with one out in the sixth, I donned my “Frank,” the Hot Dog outfit. Soon the other four got ready too. Bret, the Bratwurst had a large mustache and wore lederhosen, the natty “Stosh” the Polish Dog was decked out with a rugby shirt and sunglasses; “Guido,” the Italian Sausage wore a Chef’s hat; and the newest – “Cinco,” Chorizo had a gigantic sombrero and goofy grin.