It’s no secret friends, I’m not perfect. A shock no doubt to some of you. I know that I have a few bad habits to come clean with and one of them would be that I’ve been known to lay a few shillings down on a sporting contest from time to time. I’ve had a varying amount of success, but nothing to retire on by any means. My gambling habits shouldn’t be considered serious (I’m not in deep with any bookies like Brandon Walsh was before Nat from the Peach Pit bailed him out of trouble from his bookie Duke during a classic 4 episode arch in 90210) in fact believe it or not, I’ve all but retired from it all together (minus a few boneheaded Proline picks from time to time). However tonight I made a bet that I might live to regret (especially because at this moment Montreal is up on Washington 1-0).
The First Lady, the Association and I were driving home when we came across our paper boy delivering his papers. Our paper boy is affable young man and I like to chat with him about a variety of subjects but lately most of talks surround the 2010 NHL playoffs. As reliable as the young man is at delivering the Burlington Post (a newspaper that only serves as my pre-scouting reading material for up coming yard sales) the young paper boy is somewhat misguided with his allegiance towards the Montreal Canadiens. It should come to no surprise that I have razzed him with a few zingers here and there for the past few months (I’m not sure he knows I”m a Leaf fan, if he did I’d really have no ground to stand on).
With Game 7 of the Washington/Montreal series on tap this evening (as I type this it’s currently 1-0 for the bad guys) I suggested to the young paper tosser that we make the game a little more interesting (aren’t I a good role model for kids introducing them to gambling at such a young age) and make a small wager on the outcome of the game. The kid seemed to like this idea as he was obviously confident in his Franco Canadian hockey club. Me on the other hand, not so much. Although I’m a little nervous that Jaroslav Halak will be made to “feel nice” by Alex Ovechkin and his mates again, I’m hopeful that the better squad will prevail.
So the paper boy and I were on for a bet. Now we had to set the stakes (because who really believes in a friendly bet anyway?) With my family in the car I felt comfortable including them in on the bet. I mean really friends who wouldn’t include their 21 month old son and pregnant wife in a bet with a 12 year old? What kind of man would I be if I didn’t include them, right? (if you answered a decent man you would probably be correct in your response) In any event here are the terms of my bet with my paper boy.
If Washington should win – the paper boy will rake my lawn at a time of my convenience. In typical fashion I’ll wait for a week where I’ve been away and I’ll drop the ball on finding my lawn cutting replacement for a week, thus making the lawn clippings extra long for the young man to rake up. Or better yet perhaps I’ll wait until the fall when the leaves are on the ground and make the young man rake each and everyone of them up. Sinister I am.
If Montreal should win – I along with my family (the First Lady and the Association) will have to deliver the young paper tosser’s papers for a day. I really can’t forsee this happening so I should feel okay with this, right? (as I type the game is 1-0 in the 2nd intermission. Perhaps this bet won’t turn out my way after all)
I can’t lie, I felt much better about the terms of this wager a few hours ago. I believe I even sealed the bet with a Ted “the Million Dollar Man” Dibiase like laugh.
As it stands right now perhaps it will be the paper boy who is laughing his way to the 2nd round. If this is the case I hope my neighbourhood isn’t too picky about where their papers land.