If you didn't know it, my beloved Red Sox are set to battle the favs from my neck of the woods, the Colorado Rockies. The Rox have improbably won 21 of their last 22 games (!!!) and I'll admit that I've been pulling for them up until now. But tonight it's no more Mr. Nice Guy.
Headlines have been made in recent days by heavy betting taking place between Massachusetts and Colorado officials. However, my roommate Steve and I have a far bigger and more significant bet going.
Both of us have been growing some serious playoff good-luck beards since the beginning of September - mine for the Red Sox and Steve's for his Rockies. And they've served us well up to this point.* So we've done the only logical thing possible: we put our scruff on the bargaining table: if the Rox win, I have to shave half my beard,** and if my Sox win, Steve has to shave half of his. And yes, as part of the deal, the loser will have to appear in public half-shaven.
The stakes are high.
A Rockies victory? Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.
*Don't believe the beards helped our teams? Consider this: our other roommate Jim, a Cubs fan, refused to grow a beard, and look how that worked out.
**As per our agreement, the "half" must be shaven from one side of the face, a la Harvey Dent.