Don't you ever change Philadelphia

Today was Wing Bowl 18. For the uninitiated Wing Bowl is an annual wing eating contest held in Philadelphia the Friday before the Super Bowl. Why the Friday before the Super Bowl you ask? Because the Eagles are never fucking in it. Thanks Donovan!! Basically 18,000 people pack the Wachovia Center to get blind drunk and stare at mostly naked chicks at around 6am. Now, I've never had the pleasure of attending Wing Bowl. This of course is because I am an employed, functioning member of society who usually doesn't start drinking until at least noon, but I still love the idea of Wing Bowl. It's hosted by a local sports talk radio station and embraces three things that I really love: boobs, wings and booze.

This year was a special year though. This year made me especially proud of the city I was born in. This year, the special guest at Wing Bowl was none other than the Jersey Shore's Snooki. For some unknown reason people find that little goblin attractive. I will never understand how or why. She fat. She's a midget. She's a bitch. And she's from New Jersey. What I'm trying to say is, she's a worthless human being with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. And this morning the city of brotherly love treated her accordingly with a cascade of boos that warmed my heart. Philadelphia sports fans get a bad rap around the country. (Which is fucking bull shit, but that's a topic for another day.) But I hope that this morning's treatment of Snooki lets America know that in Philadelphia we are tough, but fair.