Allow me to take you back to a sunny day in July, actually it was like ball busting hot, but I digress. Our company held a little golf outing at the country club. I was assigned to a cart with a squawk fan. We get a few holes in and are getting pak'd on the company dime when he starts talking about KU football, frontbutt, Crist and other awfulties. He says, "Turner Gill era is over, you guys won't know what hit you in a couple of years with frontbutt as our coach." Other gems included, "You guys got lucky in every game last year, except for KU", "Klein cannot throw and will get injured", and of course the regulatory Orange Bowl fluke and overall record. Like any of us give a marmot's crap over the scoreboard in 1932 or whatever. He does admit that we will beat them this year, but it won't be as big of a margin, we'll keep it a lot closer and probably be tied at half. The whole time I'm just kind of like eh
and keep
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7-8 holes go by and I'm getting pak'd, he brings up basketball and how they are going to pisspound us. I'm getting slightly annoyed by all of this and say, "Put your money where your mouth is you stupid sonovabitch that went to Fort Hays State." (he did go there) $50 was his reply, so I told him I would graciously give him 21 points in the football massacre that was going to happen if he would do the same for basketball, thinking of course he would counter-offer with something more realistic. No, that stupid bastard took it, even gave me the game in Bramlage. We shake.
Fast-forward to October, he has obviously seen how the vast majority of his thoughts are
. I brought up the subject that this weekend will be great, and where was he watching the game so he could witness the first part of the bet. He, all of a sudden, has a case of amnesia and cannot recall the wager.
What would you do goEMAW?
PS- I gave him a box of Uncle Ben's the Monday following the Rice lost and printed off the Saluki wikipage after that loss as well.
