F is for Failure

"Sooo," I say to Ryan yesterday when he stopped by for a quick four hour visit, "did you see my list of 30?"

"Yep," was his incredibly interesting response.

"So, you going to do the Blazin' Challenge with your brother?"

"Yeah, I'll do it," he says. "But I need time to prepare myself for it. I'll do it next week. I'll be ready for it then."

In an attempt to honor Ryan's wishes to wait to do the Blazin Challenge, Matt and I waited a full 24 hours before we stopped at Buffalo Wild Wings and picked up 24 Blazin' wings and headed for Ryan's apartment.

Ryan spent the day preparing for the six minute challenge by researching the rules and watching YouTube clips while he was supposed to be working. Matt, on the other hand, did not prepare until the last thirty seconds before I said, "Go." It was at that time he felt he could best achieve his goal of twelve Blazin' wings in six minutes shirtless. Then Ryan said, "Dude, I can't eat while you are naked," and Matt put his shirt back on.

Then they were ready.

Then five minutes later it was over. Neither boy, er, man made it the full six minutes. Ryan complained that he had the hiccups, then his nose was running, but he couldn't do anything about it because the rules clearly stated he could not touch his face. Then his fingers started to tingle from the heat of the sauce on the wings.

Then both boys thought they might throw up.

When it was all done, each of them had only eaten seven wings, Ryan literally drank blue cheese dressing, and neither one of them threw-up. (And they say girls are melodramatic.)

I had a great time.

They did not enjoy it.

They want to do it again next month.

Oh, and if you aren't familiar with the Buffalo Wild Wings Blazin' Challenge, here's a video of someone failing to complete it.