The only contest I have so far won (that I can remember, anyway) in my life has been in my sales class. And what did I win? A cheese knife (valued at over $50, no doubt).

Being the analyzer that I am, I decided to take a symbolic approach to the outcome.
Either:
1. I was meant to eat more cheese
2. Luck was on my side
3. My life is fully of cheesy shit which has led me to believe that I must do away with all that shit (thus the metaphor for cutting cheese).