Amarillo Slim is widely recognized as the greatest gambler, hustler and proposition bettor in history. Among his most famous bets, Slim beat Minnesota Fats playing pool with a broom and Evel Knievel in golf with a carpenter’s hammer. He took Willie Nelson for $300,000 playing dominoes and Bobby Riggs for $100,000 playing Ping-Pong (with a skillet!) He’s won bets for rafting down the "River of No Return," riding a camel through the fanciest casino in Marrakesh, and driving a golf ball more than a mile.
Me? I'm no Amarillo Slim.
However, there's nothing I enjoy more than a good old-fashioned friendly wager. I used to bet quite a bit with the beautiful and lovely BossLady. However, we stopped after she owed me more than $1 million. Now, we still bet but the stakes are different...like loser has to walk around the apartment for 24 hours completely bottomless. Or loser has to clean out the Diaper Genie.
Speaking of bets, my good buddy Tulse Luper once made a fantastic short film called "12 Cokes and a Snickers." The film chronicles a sunny day in Marin County, CA. In it, Tulse approaches various skateboard punks and jaded teenagers. He offers them $50 if they're able to drink 12 Cokes and a single Snickers bar in 30 minutes...without throwing up. Watching the kids devise different strategies is hilarious. Some alternate drinking an entire can and a single bite. Others try to shotgun the Cokes so they'll go down quickly. Needless to say, not a single person makes it and the resulting explosion of bile would make Mt. Vesuvius look like a fart in the bathtub. I'll ask Tulse if I can get a sample of the video to put on the site. Anyway...
Why am I bringing all of this up?
Because last week, my beloved New York Mets played the Boston Red Sox in a 3-game series and I made a friendly bet with my buddy and fellow Daddy blogger, Mr. Big Dubya. We decided that whoever lost would have to wear the jersey of the other team and post a photo on his blog.
Needless to say, the Mets lost. In fact, they got spanked silly. However, I hope Dubs doesn't mind that I'm not the one posing in the Red Sox shirt. It was virtually impossible to find one in New York (as it should be.) I did, however, find a cute little Sox shirt that would fit the Peanut. And as it much as it kills me to do this, a bet is a bet.
This one's for you, Big Dubs...
Just to let you know, Dubs, I had to bribe my daughter with several cookies in order to get her to wear a Red Sox shirt! As you can see from her face, she wasn't too happy about it. Furthermore, my wife has instructed me that I'm no longer allowed to make wagers involving our daughter. I think she's afraid something like this will happen!