Have you ever seen the show Man vs. Food? I just saw it for the first time over Christmas break, which is when I generally learn about new (and old) television shows. Adam is the host of the show and, if I have the basic premise correct, he travels from city to city taking on food challenges. He'll attempt to conquer a seven pound grilled cheese sandwich or consume 25 hot dogs within a given time limit.
It's gross. But, also kind of awesome. I find the show 49% repulsive and 51% fascinating (the extra percentage points on the fascinating is what kept me watching).
The day after Christmas, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law visited a hot wings and beer type joint in our hometown and, although I wasn't there, I feel compelled to tell you what happened because it is very inspiring. My brother-in-law, James, wanted to enter the Hot Wing eating contest. Apparently, if you eat a dozen of the hottest-of-the-hot hot wings in under 5 minutes, you win a t-shirt, a photo on the wall, and bragging rights. This is such a typical guy thing to want to do.
He didn't want to enter the contest alone, though, and somehow convinced my sister-in-law, Nicole, to enter the contest with him. Nicole didn't go to the bar to enter a hot wing eating contest, but after much cajoling, she caved and ordered up a plate of the hottest-of-the-hot hot wings.
Now, the guys at the bar explained that the only thing in the restaurant that could counteract the heat of the wings was ranch dressing. And, so, Nicole took a swig of ranch dressing and, when the clock started ticking, she started eating. Wing. Ranch. Wing. Ranch. Wing. Ranch. Twelve wings and a whole lotta ranch dressing, the girl was declared a winner. James almost finished--got very close, in fact--but it was Nicole who beat the clock and won herself the t-shirt.
She tells the story all nonchalant; just like, yeah, I ate all the hot wings and it was pretty gross. But I think it's pretty awesome. Girl power, y'all!