Rochester: The Most Wonderful Place On Earth

Flying home from Boston recently, I was pleased to discover that The Rock is finally getting the attention and recognition that it deserves-- in a 20 page full color profile in US Airways Magazine.

I suggest that all of you, including you .govs out there, book a ticket on US Airways as soon as possible so that you can read about Rochester in all of its glory on the written page. Of course, if you don't have the time to fly anywhere, you can just read the whole thing online.

Always remember: Rochester is perfect, but summer camp is home.

What happens at camp

The thing about camp is that it doesn't really change. 

There are new buildings, but that's not the point.

The kids are still kids.

The counselors are still kids.

The food still makes you run for it.

I've also never sweat as much as I have at camp this summer. 

some highlights:

Watching New Clerk eat pizza on the subway in NYC.
Eating BBQ in Jackson, Miss.
Being in Hell.  I've seen it.  It's in NY.  It's not Subway.
eating various fried poultry in the greater Washington DC area.
Watching the hot dog eating contest.
Watching the documentary of how hot dog eaters eat hotdogs.
Cookie Cake.

Awesome.

Once Again, A Step Or Two Ahead of You, Sports Guy

In a recent chat, The Sports Guy writes:

Michael (DC): How have you not said a word yet about the Hot Dog Eatting on the 4th of July. If that wasn't a 9.5 or higher on the unintentional comedy scale, what is?

Bill Simmons: I would love to watch a show that explains how these guys can swallow that much food while shoving more food in their mouth and chewing it. Seriously, I'd love to see a show with computer graphics that shows the inside of their mouths, their jaws, their stomachs and esophaguses and how the food gets processed to the point that it can be swallowed. It's absolutely amazing. And what would happen if someone choked to death during the contest? Has this happened and we just never read about it? Why wouldn't it happen all the time?

Not to brag-- well, to brag a little bit. Just the other day, sailor jacket and fuckface were at my apartment to tear apart a bucket of wings, and we watched THE SHOW THAT SIMMONS JUST DESCRIBED. It included not only an explanation of what competitive eaters do, but computer graphics, AND real time pictures of the amazing things that happen inside Eater X from time to time. If that weren't enough, the show also featured Bubba, an eater wannabe who apparently doesn't find family life quite fulfilling enough, even though they seem like nice, thoughtful people. (I give his wife two more years with Bubba if he keeps this up, and no chance at custody). It's on the National Geographic Channel-- I suggest you check it out.

But probably not after eating a huge amount of wings. That was actually a mistake.

From a friendfart

Our friend Col has written a post about chicken wings that we thought
we should share with you. Here it is. Col lives in a city in Ohio.
He's lived there for 10 years. There's something to be said about
living in a mid-size city. Now, some wisdom and words from Col:

Wing Tip Farts...

What's the deal with chicken wing places that don't cut the tips off
their wings? Is there a reason for it or is it pure laziness? As a
fat guy, I'm not saying it isn't joyful to suck the grease and sauce
off the tips, but come on! The tips make the wing very difficult to
eat. Can anyone offer a reasonable explanation as to why some
restaurants feel the need to challenge the eater of arguably the
greatest food in the world?