there i am... right there in seat 6c...

Wingbowl 2004

Several years ago my brother encouraged me to attend Philly's annual  Wingbowl.  "i'm telling ya' gene, it's spectacle, human spectacle," he would say one Wingbowl eve before puking in two separate BMW's but that's another story for his retirement dinner.

Anyway, originally started by Al Morganti as an Eagles fans remedy for the fact they had absolutely nothing to do come the post-season, this humble eating contest's venue has risen from a hotel lobby to a nearly sold out sporting arena.  It wasn't until last year that i decided to go, and my brother, as always, was right.  Never have i felt better about being 35 and a struggling comic then  when i see a fat bastard named Cookie Jarvis... (his real name is actually cracker Jarvis but it seemed politically incorrect) get a standing ovation for not vomiting or a man smash a dozen beer cans on his head in an attempt to shatter his previous record!  Spectacle, Pete, human spectacle...

 

2 AM

 Amy and Frank welcome you to the Wingbowl 2004 bus trip...

as Dan and Mare remind you... all beer provided courtesy of Bud Light, and cheesesteaks courtesy of (who else?), Geno's
Joanie will love this...

while Donnie snaps a quick picture of a early morning carjacking in Kensington...
5 am..

 he's not passed out, he's pacing himself... observe
7:45 am..

refreshed from his power nap, he just dying for his next Bud Light... geno meanwhile is just dying
Too good to be true...

"Don't tease me... last call isn't for 18 hours!?!?"
Breakfast of Champions...

Pop, Dan and Frankie Minutola stop for their 8 am toast...
The Beautiful people...
Frank looks great here but things eventually started to get away from him.
Upon further review...

...as evidenced here as Dan lights up a Macanudo, while  Frank opts for a tampon...

in fact, Dan was so hammered he lost his lower torso...

which tara quickly found on the Wachovia center's second and third levels...

pictures happen fast after 12 hours of drinking...
and they're like, it's better than yours...

Amy's milkshake brings Frankie M to her yard...
10 AM

 we bid goodbye to the wingbowl as we return to reality...
 Happy Ending my ass...

I smoked a what?

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