with apologies to Mikkey - it just seemed so apt.
So it goes like this ....
In April, well into a four bottle of red lunch at superior (read expensive)city lunch venue, flushed with wizzer success, arsehole st Kilda supporter on the table next to me starts mouthing off about how good St Kilda are, etc, etc, but when he starts carping on about the blues, I decide (flushed with red) to intervene.
Well, one thing leads to another and, like I said flushed with red and wizzer success, we laid a bet.
It goes like this:
Whichever of St Kilda and Carlton finishes with a cumulatively greater score when all their meetings for the year are added up (see I even had finals in mind at that time), wins. He took the 'aints and I, of course, the Blues.
The bet: lunch for winner and six of their mates at said establishment.
Hangover realisation: about $1,000 (if the loser is lucky).
Now as it turns out, my faithfull luncheon companion records said bet on piece of linen (Napkin) which is held by proprietor - also a Blue bagger.
As it transpires, it all comes down to Sunday.
So, I could hope that the said piece of linen is destroyed in some starnge act of spontaneous combustion, or...
WE must WIN.
No Reivolting, no Traitor, no old man Harvey......
Could it be?
So to use Mikkey's translated words - "wise men don't piss into the wind", I'll wait till Sunday to see which way the wind is blowing. (see: Mens Sana in Corpore Sano)
I'm sure it was Lucy from the Peanuts who said, "Winners are grinners and losers are goats".
GO BLUES!!!!!!
Never make a bet when you're drunk. In fact, someone should offer 'drunken bet' insurance.
so that gives the boys an excuse to go out for the night and get on it.