Sunday, February 7, 2010

Victor or Victim?

I just won five bucks on a Super Bowl bet. I also just lost fifteen on a Super Bowl bet. I think I actually came out ahead, though ...

Let me explain.

Andy is the kind of person who wins at everything. The only game I've ever beaten him at with any regularity is Memory, and that's only because my visual memory is quasi-photographic, so it isn't exactly fair. He is also extremely lucky--he's going to win Power Ball one of these days, I swear.

Well, we played a football bracket pool thing for the Super Bowl. Basically, you pay ten bucks for ten squares. If you win, you get a hundred bucks. Not a bad deal, but sheer luck. I mean, you don't have to know jack about football to get it. Andy won. Naturally. He ALWAYS wins stuff like that.

However, there was another bet placed this fine evening. Just before the game started, prior to the chicken wings, I started shooting my mouth off about the Saints winning, and Andy started going all pro-Colt, even though he really couldn't have cared less. He was just trying to get a rise out of me.

He did. We made a five dollar bet--we even shook on it, quite solemnly ;). And, as you probably know, the Saints (I referred to them as "My Ain'ts" all night) came through!!!!

So even though I lost fifteen dollars (ten for me and five for Belle--she and Andy's daughter split a slot, each getting five squares) on a roll of the dice spreadsheet bet, I won five dollars on the bet that I made with my heart (I've got a soft spot for New Orleans because my great-uncle lived there ... And because they deserve it after Hurricane Katrina).

I'm out ten bucks, but I still feel like I won. So who was the victor, me or Andy?