I guess I can't win for losing!
Over the last year and a half I've bet on Canadiens games four times and lost every time. Three times in the past two seasons, I've propped down a few bills hoping the Habs would come out on top, to no avail.
Last weekend, my friend Wayne, a die-hard Red Wings fan, tells me that Montreal will win Wednesday's game because the Wings suck coming home after long road trips.
"Not the way Montreal's playing these days," I told him.
"Guaranteed Detroit loses," Wayne says, "I'd put five bucks on it!"
"Five bucks, that's pretty harmless. I'll take that bet!"
"You're on!" says Wayne.
Now before anyone fires me off a traitor e-mail, understand that I was not going to sit in front of the TV cheering on the Red Wings for a measly fiver. I would be pulling for the Habs all the way as always. It was just that with recent performances, I doubted the Canadiens could topple the Cup champs, no matter what Wayne's expertise told him.
And since I can't win betting on them, why not try placing some bucks on the Cup champs?
Wayne is a cook at the Fifth Wheel Truck Stop: my daily coffee haunt since forever. He often kids me when the Habs are down, bragging about the Red Wings every chance he gets.
I thought this would be a great opportunity to make him swallow a bit of his bull. On top of that, the five I'd win would buy me a burger, and he'd have to cook it! I couldn't pass up the chance for such a good shit and giggle at his expense.
As it stands now, all I've won is the right to pay for a chance to nag him over the game.
I can say that he had no faith in his team. He can say the same to me.
I can't win for losing!