Via my previous post, I was able to secure two bets from Tigers' fans.
The first one to take up the gauntlet was Sandi McBride. Sandi is a self-confessed crazy cat lady. As a matter of fact, that's the title of her book.
Other than that, she's normal (so far as I know.) Being a crazy cat lady, however, it should have been no surprise for me to find out she roots for the Tigers.
(Following along the rails of that crazy train of logic, in order for her to be a Red Sox fan she would have to be the crazy hosiery lady.)
The bet with Sandi is as follows: Loser will write an essay extolling the virtues of the winning team. Said essay will be published on the loser's blog, along with the logo of the winning team, and will remain there for a minimum of 24 hours.
The other bet involves an actual expenditure of money.
Craig, of Running In The Yard Next Door, is a die-hard fan of the Tigers. Off the top of his head, he can name you the starting line-up of the 1968 team.
Hell, I think he could name the entire roster, including the coaching staff and late-season minor league call-ups. In that regard, we are quite sympatico. I can name every member of the 1967 Red Sox and maybe give you the names of a few of their wives and kids.
(Meanwhile, MY WIFE will read this and once again embarrass me by asking me to name all of my cousins. I will scowl and leave the room, ashamed. What can I say? My cousins were not on the radio and TV some 170 times in 1967 having their exploits described in breathless manner by Ken Coleman and Ned Martin.)
The bet? If the Tigers win, I am to send a quart of New England Clam Chowder to Craig. If the Sox win, he will send me a quart of Michigan Navy Bean Soup. One of us will be eating well.
The series, best of seven, begins tonight. Go Sox!
Soon, with more bettor stuff.
P.S. Most of you know I am in no position to make bald jokes. Craig has more hair than I do. It was a pretty good line, though, wasn't it?