THF reunion tour: Slap Bet II

AFC Championship games tend to bring out the best situations. Last year’s Pats v. Charger’s game saw me and Barry out in the -20 degree weather suffering for our teams, watching a big win.

This year of course, we’re watching other teams romp throu

gh the playoffs, Arizona being such a surprise team full of Larry Fitzgerald and almost nobody else, that I for one kind of have to root for them. They looked pretty good…not great…but pretty good against an Eagles team that knows how to do one thing well: Shoot themselves.

Anyway, the Pittsburgh-Baltimore game saw a rare 4-on-the-floor reunion of all the THF-ers at Barry’s house. Barry brought the cigars, yours truly the Irish Whiskey, Cutty brought the sarcasm and Opposite…well Opposite brought what he always brings…himself completely schwasted. Ah Opposite. We’d missed you.

After a classy photo involving Jameson and cigars, the game seemed almost pedestrian. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the Steelers or their fans. Just this one canker sore who works in my office who’s both a Yankees fan AND a Steelers fan…and loves to gloat about them. And loves to gloat when the Red Sox lose. So I hate the Steelers. Go Cards.

That said, we decided to reprise last year’s OSU v. LSU Slap Bet between Barry and Opposite. Except this year it’s PIT v. ARI, and it goes like this: If Arizona wins, I haul off on Cutty and Opposite on Barry. If Pittsburgh wins, vice versa.

I don’t like my chances, but I don’t like the Steelers even more. Go Cards.

Oh, and Opposite, I dropped off the monitor that you left in my car. If you ever hook it up (unlikely) and you’re reading this now (more unlikely) then you’re devising some sort of horrible revenge. (bring it)

I’m sneaking out

of the sneaker factory today to watch Obama-san get sworn in and toast to the new regime. All hail progress! Yowza!