Hogs. (John McDonnell/The Washington Post)

I’ve definitely written about Russ Grimm re-eating a vomited up piece of hot dog at least once in my life. Maybe more than once.

But I have a longstanding policy: Every time a story involving a famous local athlete and vomited hot dogs — or any foodstuffs really — gets retold, it has a place on this blog, and in my heart.

And thus, here are Doc Walker and Grimm discussing that fabled Carlisle practice memory on ESPN 980’s “Inside the Locker Room.”

“My favorite story in Carlisle,” Walker began. “We ate chili dogs the night before. And there was nothing like the end of practice, and then the Fireside Lounge. We were re-hydrating, doing the whole bit, going to meetings. It’s 90, 100, whatever. And it’s grueling, it’s ugly. And Rusty throws up. And here’s a guy, man, he has an appreciation for never wasting food. And he went back and picked that frank up and ate it again.”

“Well, the thing is, you’re in between the practices,” Grimm explained. “You do a couple reps, you come out, and you drink some water and you get that belch, that little bubble in you. It’s like buu-uup, and a little hot dog falls out. And I’ll never forget it because Jeff Parsons, the equipment manager, was standing right beside me. He goes OOOOOHH! He goes ‘You all right?’

“And I says yeah, and I reached down and I grabbed it and I put it back in my mouth. I said, ‘I can’t practice on an empty stomach.’ And he started gagging. And I was laughing so hard. I mean, hey, it already went down once; it’ll be easier going down the second time.”

“And it was good,” Walker pointed out. “It had already passed the test.”

“Yeah, it was good, so, put it back in,” Grimm agreed. “But that’s the things that I say about sports. If you look at most of your successful business owners, CEOs and stuff like that, they have played some type of sport. And I always tell people, parents, whatever, I say let your kids play a sport. I don’t care if it’s tennis, whatever it is. Because you get competition, and that’s what life’s all about. You’ve got to compete. So I had to eat the hot dog and make it through the rest of practice.”

In case you missed the previous retelling, it came courtesy Joe Bugel:

“We practiced on Wednesday nights,” Bugel said. “They had a nice little bar in Carlisle, they had chili dogs and stuff like that. So we had [practice] that night and I got in the huddle and it smelled like a brewery. And [Grimm] got a little overheated. And I don’t mean to say throw up…but he threw up, and he threw up a hot dog. It hit the grass.”

As the media members giggled the way anyone would giggle at the idea of a fully formed hot dog squirting out of an offensive lineman’s guts, much of the story became sort of pantomimed more than described. Let me summarize. Grimm “picked that wiener” off the ground. The ball boys got nauseated, and one said “Mr. Grimm, you can’t do that.” And Grimm blew on the hot dog, shook it off, and then popped it back in his mouth.

“Can’t waste a good dog now,” he said.