When Ray “Dr. BBQ” Lampe arrives at the Shed, the team stands in reverent silence. The judge is a legend for writing seven cookbooks and having an unmistakable long, white goatee that's a cross between Guy Fieri and Gandalf. No one expected such a high-profile judge, but head ShedHed Brad breaks the ice by joking about palmed $100 bills, then walks Dr. BBQ towards a 1954 Willys Jeep pimped out as a smoker.
Brad swings open the doors to reveal a whole hog standing in a bed of kale. The cherry-red hide is as smooth and uncut as Babe's butt. So confident are the defending world champions that they haven't even sliced into the pig.
“Why do we get up in the morning? For moments like this. Perfection.”
Brad uses a box cutter to carve a half-moon into the leathery shoulder, but, as he does, a gallon of juice erupts onto his freshly-ironed red Dickies work shirt. The Shed had done the unthinkable: they shocked Dr. BBQ.