Hot Ones Featuring Luka Doncic
The athletes on “Hot Ones” are, honestly, one of my favorite things to watch. It’s not often you get to see elite athletes stumble with something I consider a specialty: spicy food. This week, it was Luka Doncic’s turn, and I have to say—I was not let down.
Luka seemed to realize he was in for a challenge right from the start. He mentioned that being on Hot Ones made him more nervous than being in an NBA game, and let’s just say, spicy food is not exactly his favorite. I mean, how can you not feel a little excited about that?
When he got to sauce number two, he claimed it was “only a little spicy,” but that confidence crumbled when he reached for the water. This sauce was just 5,500 Scoville units—similar to a jalapeño—so you could tell things were about to escalate quickly.
Dončić held his ground pretty well until sauce six, but then everything hit him at once. It was a habanero sauce, hitting 110,000 Scoville units, and he suddenly asked for milk. At this point, I felt compelled to chime in. Next up was the infamous Da Bomb. If you’re a fan of Hot Ones, you know this is where things really get intense. I love spicy food, but Da Bomb is something else entirely. It’s just heat, without flavor—like dousing your wings in battery acid.
When Luka took a bite of Da Bomb, he couldn’t help but shout, “Ah, Plumedouche!” That’s a Slovenian curse word that translates roughly to “my soul.” Immediately after, he apologized to God. Classic reaction, right?
He laughed it off, insisting, “I’m fine,” but then he clutched his head and chugged some water. To his credit, he made it to the “last drop,” and then the swearing picked up again. This time, he exclaimed something akin to “my mother,” which the internet says means “my mother,” but it actually conveys more like, “oh my god”—kind of like a more dramatic “oh no.”
Luka really did well, despite his admitted dislike for spicy food. Bravo to him.
And since we’re on the topic, I’ve recently stumbled into the world of Slovenian cursing, and I can’t resist sharing a couple of my favorites with you. One particularly curious one is “300 hairy bears,” which, honestly, I have no clue why it’s considered offensive, and I’d rather stay blissfully ignorant.
