Last year my little brother Kevin (of Superman vs. Harry Potter fame) and I bet lunch on the Super Bowl. Foolishly, Kevin bet against the Colts because for some inexplicable reason he is a Bears fan. Okay, it's explicable - he served his mission in Chicago. But he and his faulty allegiance then had to buy me lunch. (The most expensive Panda Express lunch in history, but that's another story.)I decided to do it again this year. Problem was, I didn't really care who won. I'm not really a big Giants or Patriots fan. (Truth be told, I'm not a huge Colts fan either; it's just that if you live in Indiana and are a fan of anything other than the Colts you are made to wear a big scarlet "J" for Jerk on your sleeve for the rest of your life. Or so I've heard.) I was leaning towards the Giants just a little since they were the underdogs and because of Eli Manning (again, the Colts tie-in), but I really didn't care.
So I called Kevin up and since he was rooting for the Giants I decided to go with the Patriots. Well, it wasn't much of a choice; it's not really a bet if you both want the same team to win.
So now my perfect record is marred, much like those dang losing Patriots. Well done, Kevin. Lunch is on its way.
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