At the beginning of the NFL season, Michaelyn and I made a bet. I, knowing full well that Mark Sanchez sucked, bet that in at least one game this year Tim Tebow would be made the starter – not because of injury, but because they decided to bench Sanchez. Michaelyn said Tebow would never start.
I was right on almost everything. Sanchez sucked, the Jets decided to bench him…but then they leapfrogged past Tebow to their third stringer. So even though I was right on everything circumstantial, Michaelyn still technically won the bet.
So I’m about to pay my penance by taking her out to a fancy dinner. I’m even wearing a button up shirt and she almost got me to part my hair. Fortunately, I have standards.
The place we’re going to is called Genovese. With a name like that, it’s pretty much announcing that I won’t fit in there. Fortunately, Michaelyn’s fancy enough for the two of us.