A Cappella Delivery
I don’t like to gamble. I’m not a gambling man. I can’t take the stress, don’t have a lot of money to spare and hate to lose. Those excellent points aside, I bet on the Arizona/Ohio State game last night.
It all started Monday at work when I shot my mouth off that OSU was going to crush Arizona. I live in Columbus and am required by law to say things like that when the opportunities arise. At the time I thought my prediction was harmless, as no one at work ever listens to me. My boss went to Arizona, however, so in the middle of a group meeting he asked if I wanted to put my money where my big fat mouth was. I didn’t. So I suggested that if I won, he would have to wash my car, and if he won, I would wash his car.
One of my buddies/co-workers specifically called me out for making a wussy wager. For some reason that bugged my manhood, so later in the week I suggested to my boss that we up the stakes and make the terms financial. I don’t know why I did this. I may have already mentioned at some point in the past that I’m not made of money and don’t like to lose. I wish I could blame what I did on drugs or alcohol, but I updated the wager at a noon meeting, and I’m not usually wasted until 1:30 or 2:00 in the afternoon.
The game was a nail-biter. Both teams played very well and it could have gone either way. I was on the edge of my seat until the very end. When the final buzzer buzzed, OSU won 73-70. I won the bet. In the short run I’m a little bit richer. In the long run it’s possible that my position suddenly got a lot more responsibilities.
Have a great weekend.