Let me start off by saying that the hottest flavor that I had experienced before the blazing challenge at Buffalo Wild Wings was medium. So needless to say, I was in for torture.

As soon as the waitress brought the wings to the table I could smell the heat coming off of them. The wings appeared to be sizzling diablos in the tray, emanating every bit of their ghost pepper swelter. The Blazin’ challenge is to eat 12 of the wings in six minutes or less, without puking or crying and with no drinks or dipping sauces. Sounds easy enough, but wait until you have experienced the intense fieriness of these wings. My nostrils flared as I brought the wing to my mouth. I knew at that moment, that I had no chance of completing the challenge. I had given up hope before even starting. These wings were my bane and I knew it, and I had not even taken a bite yet.

Before I get into the actual experience of eating the wings I would like to ask you a simple question. Has your mom ever locked you in the car on an upwards of 90-degree day in the middle of July while you were wearing a wool sweater with all of the windows rolled up? Well, probably not, but that is the type of intense heat that these wings delivered. As soon as I took the first bite, I knew I should have never accepted the challenge. At that moment, I felt the strongest feeling of regret I had ever experienced in my life. I regretted accepting the challenge, heck, I even regretted joining Statesman. If it only meant I never had to experience that pain.

I never finished the wings in fear of what might happen to my other end had I completed all 12. I decided that it was not worth the risk. After taking on the Blazin’ challenge, I have decided to just stick to flaming hot Cheetos.