Winning the NFCE this year would be analogous to going to a restaurant that has a monster "Macho Burrito" that weighs 8 lbs and has ghost peppers in it. If you eat the whole thing in an hour, you get a T-shirt and a hat, your meal is free, and they take your picture and put it on the Wall of Fame. So, you give it a shot because you're a big dude who can eat a lot and you like hot stuff.
You get through the first couple bites ok, but then the peppers start to melt your face and you're having trouble breathing. Halfway through eating your belly starts to grumble, and you feel like you're going to puke. Luckily, you hold it in. Unfortunately, that creates a vacuum lock of pressure build up the other way and you release a gargantuan wave of lava in your shorts. Everyone crowded around, watching you and laughing, starts scrambling away, retching because the smell is so horrible. The smell is, in fact so horrible that you can no longer hold back the projectile magma that has been roiling in your gut like the earth's core. The restaurant staff snap your picture just as you start to "smother and cover" the Macho Burrito.
With everyone dying of laughter, the restaurant staff gives you a t-shirt that says "I'm not macho enough for the Macho" so you can wrap it around your waist and cover your shame. You puke picture goes on the Wall of Fame, front and center, with a caption reading "I sharted 15 minutes into eating the Macho."
So, yeah, you got your picture on the Wall of Fame. But was it worth it? That's what winning the NFCE will be like this season.