I could keep promoting myself for Best Blogger Who Happens to Be A Daddy, but really who are we kidding?  I am not a good blogger.  I don’t even do memes.  I don’t go out and leave comments to drive people to my site.  I don’t even use the other much more popular site to promote this one.  But the good news is, I don’t give a shit about that stuff.  

As I’ve stated, more times than it’s worth reading, this site is dumping ground for my thoughts.  What category does that go in?  Who Cares?  If you get a kick out of this award nonsense, go here and nominate away.  If not, I understand.

So how about some content?

Here goes:

Last Monday as a settled in to suffer through yet another Ravens Game, I decided to treat myself to some chicken wings.  There is a new Wings place in town, and I had recently tried some of their wings.  Pretty good, really.  I hadn’t, however, tried their Flaming Wings.   I love spicy.  The Hotter, the Better.  So I went out and got 50 Wings.  Half Flaming, Half Mild.  

The Game Started and Two Surprising things happened.  First, the Ravens looked like they came to play and jumped out to an Early Lead.  The other was that these wings were HOT.  I mean, everyone claims to have really spicy stuff, but its never that how.  Not by my standards.  These Wings were HOT.  Very HOT, even by my standards.

So, of course, I dug in.  I ate a dozen and a half (or so.)  My lips and the skin on my face near my lips were red and raw from the spice.  My nose was running, I was sweating and my eyes were watering.  It was great.

The Ravens Won in the most lopsided victory ever on Monday Night Football, and that should be the end of the story.  But that wouldn’t really be that interesting, would it?

The next morning, I took my morning… umm… err… let’s call it a constitutional.  And let’s say that I could tell that I’d been eating food that was hard on the GI Tract.  But none of this would be worth mentioning, except for the fact that I could barely wipe, because my ass was on fire.  From the spice.  

I have joked about things being so spicy that they burned on the way out.  But never, ever had there been anything like this.  But, what the hell, I ate it and I had to live with out it.

I went to work and sucked down water all day.  I was incredibly dehydrated.  (And I drank nothing but soda and water with the wings.)  I skipped lunch because my get was still pissed about the abuse.  After work I found that I dinner didn’t sound very appealing either.  I turned on the TV and fell asleep in front of it.  I woke covered in sweat.  I was running a fever.  I took some Advil, and turned in early.  It wasn’t till Thursday that I really started t feel like myself again.

I’ve heard that if you can eat a dozen of the Flaming Wings in Six Minutes with no water or other food, they will give you a tee shirt and put you picture on the wall.  I may have to do that, but I’ll need to give my body a week or two to recover.