That Superbowl was Da Bomb

Last night we all went to David and BJ Hill's house for some fellowship and football. I must say congrats to Matthew Chaffin and Brandon Williams who are the two biggest steeler fans I know. We had a blast. Great food. Great people. What more can you ask for. Oh, I know, how about hot sauce?
Proverbs 16:18 tells us,"Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall." During our half-time devotional, we shared an experience from the past. On my first youth group mission trip a young man named cameron, who felt that because of his ethnic heritage he could endure all things hot and spicy, almost ended my career in youth ministry. He swallowed a hot sauce called "Da Bomb". The after affects were not in the least bit manly. It was more like begging for mom and pleading for a hospital. For me, it was the realization that sometimes people suffer, not because satan exists but because intelligence doesn't. I learned that manliness is not measured by how much you can out do your neighbor. So every year we celebrate this epiphany by reliving it in a smaller, much more humorous way.
A friend of mine sent me a bottle of that hot sauce as a joke and Last night some brave people felt that they were tough enough to endure what cameron could not. So Stephanie, Emily, Brent, Morgan, Jared, Anthony, and Patrick all lined up to endure what has brought so much joy for so long. (editors note. These sauces are impossibly hot and cannot be effectively described with words. Although a thousand tiny ninjas assaulting the tongue with firebrands does come fairly close. And yes, i have experienced them all first hand. I would never allow someone to try something I have no first hand knowledge of)
So with a BB sized drop on everyones chip (except emily because she couldn't taste hers) we embarked on a mission in heat. Morgan McNabb bit first, chewed once, and then deposited his mouth under the faucet. Brent Pyle turned red like in a cartoon and emily continued to chew (amazing! i figured she got a faulty drop so she ate another). Anthony wasted no time in expressing his emotion and found an ice cube to deposit on his tongue. Somehow during the commotion I rubbed my nose and had forgotten the cardinal rule of this hot sauce. Don't get it on you! My nose began to run and burn with every exhalation. Stephanie said, wow! and never flinched (girl's are tougher than boys. Sad but true) Emily's Nervous system finally began to react and her eyes began to water as sweat broke out on Jared's face. She went to the kitchen, got a paper towel, and after wetting it, placed the towel in her mouth (interesting method) Nathan Allen kept trying to pour sugar on people's tongues to stop the heat. Allen home remedy I guess. And Anna steady took pictures of people when they weren't looking. The only dirty deed of the night was Nathan Allen touching Cody on the face. Interested to see what became of that. Cody, let me know. Everyone cooled down and bruce watched Bruce perform while i remembered an snl with persimons ans another with sour gum. Why is that stuff funny?
We settled back down and watched the Steelers pull off the win in one of the better superbowls I have seen. Thank you to the Hills and all who came for a wonderful evening we will not soon forget. i will have pictures soon.