Cecil Baldwin

I just have a journalistic curiosity about why people like something that's stupid and bad.

If anyone is listening right now, feel free to call in and tell me what I'm missing.

In the meantime, let's have a word from our sponsor.

Buffalo Wild Wings.

We don't have one in town, currently, but it's a great place to hang out with your buddies and eat chicken and watch the game.

At least that's what we imagine it is based on what we've heard.

We've never actually been to one.

But we do get together on Friday nights in the community room at the rec center and pretend we're at a Buffalo Wild Wings.

We eat make-believe chicken and shout at the wall, which we imagine is a big screen television playing a sports game.

It's basketball season right now, so we're shouting things like slam dunk and touch that net and Avast ye Scallywags, strike the larboard deck.

We talk about the different dipping sauces for the wings, sauces with names like Flamin' Ranch and Fiery Hot Flames and Destructive BBQ.

And we sometimes fan our mouths and say, oh, that's a hot one.

Try that one, Dave.

That'll put hair on your chest.

We feel closer to each other after these shared experiences, even though we don't talk about our lives or our feelings directly.

It helps us blow off some steam, and we get really steamed up sometimes.

So, if you want to come hang out with your buddies and pretend to eat chicken and watch the game, consider joining Buffalo Wild Wings Roleplay Group Fridays at 7.

Wings.

Beer.

Sports.