I love making bets with people. But only Trading Places* type bets.
Max and I were talking about who owes who what today. I had to cover him on some sweet mlsgear.com stuff (holla cyber monday!**). Max told me to send over the total so he could pay me back after his stolen card thing gets worked out.
The conversation basically went like this:
"are we even max?"
"i dunno"
"shit. me neither. i think i owe you."
"do we still use panda cafe meals as currency?"
"god i wish. i think we use tickets. dynamo tickets, rockets tickets, plane tickets"
It is true. We've gone from tacos and Chinese food as currency to events that we can both center on. More than just physically. Bond isn't the right word. More of a consensusly arrived at call to arms. That doesn't sound right, but I think it is.
I just bet Kevin a buck that the Packers would take advantage of a Romo meltdown this Thursday. Besides everyone in America hating the NFL network, it should be a good game. And the dollar lost or won represents the topmost atom of the iceberg when it comes to how much shit talking will occur. People really love American football. And in turn, I love hating their favorite teams and rooting for the underdog SeaHawks***.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do in Vegas this winter. I don't know if they have tables where the only bets accepted are for 1 dollar and must be wagered on random stuff. And how do you measure shit talk?
- the blaze
*wow. worst IMDB page ever. eddie murphy isn't even on the front page. wftmate?
**i'm glad the word "cyber" doesn't mean cyber sex anymore. at least it doesn't to me. did you just make a face? you perv
***caaaawww caaaww!!!!
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