The Best Thing That Happened This Week: The Death of Wing Bowl?

Wing Bowl 22, in 2014. Photo by HughE Dillon

Last Friday was Wing Bowl 25. That’s right — a whole quarter-century of the leering men, lewd women, vomit and unbridled appetites that are the love child of Angelo “Hack Up That Goober Already” Cataldi and Al Morganti. (An ESPN story on Wing Bowl once called it “The Worst Event Ever.”) You remember Cataldi. He’s the guy who flipped out about Ray Rice’s “horrific” attack on his fiancée, demanded that feminists address it, and then called Daily News columnist Ronnie Polaneczky “a bitch who needs an enema” on the air. All class. Anyhow, in an interview with Philly Mag last year, Cataldi said even he and Morganti have “grave misgivings” about Wing Bowl by now and more or less promised he’d retire this year, which could mean we just witnessed the Last Wing Bowl Ever. Which would be a blessing. We’ve moved way beyond this kind of crap as a city. Time to let it die.