Gambling on sports can be a good time, it makes the season more interesting, shows faith in your chosen team and sometimes allows you to cash in on the dismay and misfortune of your buddy’s or bookie’s lousy team.  Sports betting is always fun unless of course, you lose the bet and are forced to wear a dress while mowing you yard, or in my case, forced to pose for a picture in a yankees hat to be posted on the worldwide web for a year following the final pitch of the World Series.  This is my story:John Gram, owner and propreter of a little shithole bar in Idaho called the Kasino Club is a big yankees fan and an even bigger asshole. I’m a big Red Sox fan. Over the years we’ve had some great bets, never any $ involved, just humiliation, which is the cornerstone for any good sports wager. It started small, with a six pac of beer to be given to the winner of team that won the American League East. That year the yanks and Sox tied the division, with 96 wins each.  MLB commisioner, Bud Selig thought it would be fair to award the AL East trophy to the team who had won the season series between the two teams, in this case, the yanks- by one game. So as un-thrilled as I was, being a man of my word, I bought John a six pac of shitty beer and went on with my life.The next year, the same wager was made, but we upped the stakes. If I won, john had to throw a party in my honor at the K Club, food and drinks on him and if I lost I had to wear a jeeter jersey on stage for a big show. We also added a clause that stated the team with the best win/loss record would be considered the winner, so Selig couldn’t gyp one of us out of a victory.  I lost and again, I was forced to pay up. We also placed a bottle of rum on the line for the victor of the season series. (more on this later) That same year, we had wagered a RK neon sign against John’s Yogie Berra autographed ball on weather or not Dice-K would win 16 games or not. he won 15 and I lost the bet. I paid up but John was still not satisfied. He wanted to go double or nothing on which team went farther in the post season. the yanks got taken out early and I gave the Yogie ball to my dad for Xmas. He too is a big yankees fan, which also makes him an asshole.The next season we wagered  a bottle of rum per game on the season series (whomever won more games between the two teams) and our usual best of the AL East bet, this time the looser having to place personalized license plates on his truck. I finally won a bet and John had to put a license plate on his truck that read “SOX FAN” for a year. It was sweet, even though he put a frame around it saying “Lost a bet, Boston still sucks.” Not against the rules, but borderline… I wonder what selig’s call on that would have been? We also placed a wager on weather Dice-K would win 17 games that season, which he did, saving me a guitar and winning me an autographed Willie Mays Ball. I decided to keep that one for my personal collection since Dad has still not moved the yogie ball to a place of proper display in the house… what an asshole.This season we decided to bet a bottle of rum a game on the season series and the best of the East was renegotiated to where the loser would have to either fly a red sox flag outside of his bar (john) or wear a yankees hat on a page on his website for a year. (me.) The season started great, with the Sox playing hot and beating the yanks in the first 8 meetings between the two teams. Then the all star break came and everything went to hell in a handbasket. The yanks got hot, the Sox got cold and they beat my beloved team 9 out of the last 10 games between them. So after being up almost a case of rum at the all star break, that bet ended even-stephen. The other bet, the big one, I lost, so after the last pitch of the world series, no matter who wins, I have to wear a stupid yanks hat on the web site for one year making me, iroicaly, an asshole. I thought since I was nearing the 2 year anaversary of my last blog post, I should rekindle the thread and pay up all in one fatal swoop.So… Here ya go John. enjoy it while it lasts, you asshole!P.S. I borrowed this yankee hat from my brother Cody, who is also a Yankee fan, and asshole. WB