My friend John Gonzalez, the Philadelphia Inquirer's first Mexicanish sports writer, actually entourage'd this year at the 17th annual WIP Wing Bowl in Philadelphia. Gonz was the cut man for his buddy, Wax, whose clever wing-eating moniker was "Gluteus Waximus."

He shared some of these tidbits from his lonnnng day in the hot sauce-soaked pit of death.

• Waximus finished 8th, even though Morganti put his odds at 50/1. He ate 79 in the first 14 minutes.

• One guy named "Obi Wing" made the final 10. Crazy dude who carries a light saber with him everywhere — in real life, not just in the competition. Seriously, he goes down the shore with it. The Sea Isle lifeguards can't stand him. He qualified by eating a whole pineapple, including the hard-ass shell. Completely off his nut. In the second round, he was the first to puke.

•....Which was awesome, because he was next to Wax. At which point Wax stood up and called it quits. He didn't want to eat wings with vomit all around him. Pussy.

• The guys who won best entourage built a mini-Spectrum and towed it into the arena with a golf cart they made up to look like a Zamboni. They won a trip for 12. Fuckers.

• Our Wingette was ridiculously hot. We got lucky. Some of the others were rough looking. High hair. Completely Emaciated. Yellowed Teeth. It was like a White Snake concert in there. But people still screamed "show us your tits." It was not a choosy crowd.

Wing Bowl!

Anyway, fun week this week. Here's some stuff that went kaplooey:

• Second-to-last Jamboroo of the year

• Little diddy about Kurtis The Stockboy

• Cowboys From Hell

• Jason Whitlock has a lap that sprawls for miles

Tomorrow I'm going to try to drag my buzzsaw'd ass out of bed at a reasonable hour and do some blogging for you people. Sunday is Dash followed by Matt Sussman's Super Bowl Live Blog Explosion, featuring Fergie, Mos Def, Barbara Mandrell, Overkill, Hot Hot Heat, and,very special guest, Lainie Kazan. Be sure to bring your 3-D glasses and your Spuds McKenzie party packs.

Thank you for your continued support of Deadspin.

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DC Sports Bog is, of course, all over it.

The clean-up seemed to go on forever, one absorption tactic followed by another cleansing effort, minute after minute ticking by, as the coaches wondered what happening and the floor was wiped cleaner than the men's room at a Hannah Montana show. At last the teams played the final 59 seconds of the half, and then the crew did even more cleaning up during halftime, dealing with what was described to me as a mixture of macaroni and Gatorade.

Ah, February is just the best sports month.

Terps Gag, Hokies Puke: The Story [DC Sports Bog]

From a Texas high school championship game last week, here's a young quarterback who is going to let absolutely nothing stand in the way of victory. How do we know? The guy vomits, then hikes the ball, throws a game-winning touchdown pass, then vomits again. Now that's devotion. Or, at the very least, that's abject fear of an over-intense screaming coach and a whole town that rates its self worth on a bunch of 16-year-olds playing football.

This is not something we'd say that, oh, Tony Romo could pull off. Eli Manning, though? Absol — OK, no way.