It's called The Wing Bowl.
It all started 12 years ago when the local sports talk radio station bemoaned the Eagles "never being in the Super Bowl, so we have to create our own bowl for that weekend."
The "competition" consists of a bunch of fat guys eating wings on the Friday morning before the Super Bowl. By morning, I mean morning _ it starts at 5 a.m. and fills the 20,000-seat Wachovia Center.
It's extensively covered by local TV.
Wing Bowl has now taken on a life of its own.
Oh yeah, what fills the arena is a bunch of beautiful women wearing bikinis in early Feb. A lot of these women, err, flash.
Now that's what fills up the arena, not fat guys.
There's no guy who appreciates the awesome and inherent beauty of a women's naked or near-naked body more than I BUT .... I'll take a pass on Wing Bowl.
My wing bowl routine usually involves yawning and going back to sleep.
I've never been to a strip club and never had any desire to go to one.
A lot of my friends find this very curious.
My reasoning is quite simple.
The only reason the women are stripping for you is that you are giving them money.
Give me the average-looking girl with a decent body over strippers any day. I find that more at nudist camps and in nudist environments than I ever have in what I call the "Real World."
You would think after 20 years going to nudist camps, I would become "jaded" to a women's body.
It's quite the opposite, really.
I never ceased to be amazed by the awesome beauty of a woman's body, but in the right setting.
That's a fulfilling feeling I don't think I'd ever get in a strip club.
