Survey Says: Comments from the Boot Gallery: The Obvious: the color of this boot just screams "I ate way too many wings". It is quite possible to mistake this boot for a thanksgiving feast gone awry; however, since it appears that a full turkey leg is coming out of his mouth at the moment of this boot. The volume of the boot, the splash factor and the texture really make the boot a classic. We certainly expect nothing but the best from our hero, Sloth. The only letdown of the day is that Sloth is not doing his part to hit his target, so to speak. It seems pretty clear that the plastic pitcher is about a foot or so in front of his stream. Any professional booter is sure to hit his target, especially in front of thousands of fans. No doubt Sloth will be sure to practice this aspect of his wing eating for the next Wing Bowl. Truly the worst part of booting pure wing sauce is that the flavor of boot never goes away. That wretched combo of hot sauce and stomach acid is definitely a flavor that no one wants to savor. Mouthwash, soap, pussy- nothing is getting the flavor out of his mouth. Final Random Note: The guy in the background on the left, who is wearing a visor, appears to be pretty wasted. Although the picture might be doing the female next to him some injustice, she still has a long pointy nose and might even be a dude. Hopefully this Wing Bowl contestant makes the right choice.	Wing Bowl Boot In order to fully understand the story behind the boot, one must understand how insane Philadelphia sports fans are. Every year before the real super bowl, a Philly sports radio station, 610 WIP, hosts an event of epic proportions, the Wing Bowl. This event, held in the First Union Center, draws about 20,000 fans that show up at 5:30 a.m. on a weekday morning and engage in a few hours of power drinking before work. Keep in mind that the competitors are not athletes in the traditional sense, but rather the hard-nosed warriors of Buffalo Wing consumption. The often-hefty competitors in the Wing Bowl have evolved to have their own gimmicks, such as "El Wingador" and "Heavy Kevie" who collided in a battle of champions last year. Along with the gimmicks come scantily clad bikini babes who escort these men amongst men to the eating table. It is truly a spectacle to see and of course not surprising that it was created in the city of brotherly love and white trash. Pictured here we see Sloth, who was actually given reasonable odds to win at 10:1, despite being about 300 pounds less than the average competitor. Due to the fact that the winner eats something like 130 wings in a half hour, it is safe to assume that Sloth has consumed somewhere near 100 wings before throwing in the towel. I find it difficult to fathom the extreme pain of 100 hot wings in the stomach, but I am guessing that it might be worth a bottle of tequila and a small bottle of Tabasco sauce, in drinking terms. While the Wing Bowl may not have recognized the Slothmeister as the winner, Boot Road feels that he is the Wing Bowl Champion of the Decade. Most competitors show up, eat their wings and go home. Sloth on the other hand has made an attempt to bring booting into the mainstream, by essentially channeling battery acid out of his esophagus for the world to behold. How many real men are so willing to burn every one of their internal organs for the sake of boot? Also think about the other sacrifices this guy has knowingly committed himself to… All Wing Bowl contestants are well aware that they will suffer from "Devil's Ass" or even "A Blistering Shitstorm" as their body slowly digests these Nuclear Wings. Not even Lemmiwinks, "The Gerbil King," could survive a journey through such a hellish lower intestine. I shudder in pain thinking about the "sphincter of fire" that will haunt these competitors for weeks to come. So this is why Boot Road salutes Sloth, a man amongst men. His mouth and stomach undaunted, Sloth laughs in the face of burning wings and burning ass. His bandana lets those wings know that Sloth has one thing on his mind - "Bring it". Wing Bowl Competitors beware, OUR champion is coming for you. Liquor Consumed: Stomach bile Food Consumed: Bowl of chili for breakfast 100 hot wings Not enough Rolaids