Wager Redoux?

Mistress and Slave were sitting around the house last evening at around 8 pm. She'd been working way too hard all day, on an emergency project for work. Slave had done some work too, painting our basement to cover up some ugly wall colors from the prior regime.

Mistress was bone tired, but I asked her indulgence to watch the end of the Steelers vs. Broncos game, which had suddenly become much closer. Around these parts, the dreaded "Stillers" have well earned, if begrudging respect.   So the fact that they were finally taking the bloom off the Broncos early lead was no big surprise in my living room. And as the game headed into overtime, with momentum belonging to the lads from Pittsburgh, it seemed inevitable that the ending would be "same old, same old", with the Steelers smugly advancing.

To induce Mistress to stick around until the bitter end, I even fell to my knees during a commercial break to lavish Mistress's clean shaven folds with the attention they surely deserved after so many hours in front of a computer monitor.

But as what could have been a lengthy and tedious overtime began, Mistress announced she was heading up to the Executive Suite, and expected me to join her promptly.

What happened next?   On the very first play of OT, the Steel Curtain defense suddenly parted, not unlike that biblical sea as Tim "The 2nd Coming" Tebow stepped back to pass. And the receiver he found wide open down field sprinted into the end zone, to end the game and set up a date in New England with the All Mine home team.

Of course, I knew our Western Correspondent would be following the game - either in person, or in the lavish media room he had built with his company AmEX card at the plush UCTMW Mountain Zone HQ.

And suddenly I realized that the wager we had left in the dust the day before, was resurrected, but with a different team carrying the UCTMW banner.  With the WC's involvement, couldn't the UCTMW staff bet the farm -- or at least something amusing - on the outcome of Saturday night's game with our counterparts at All Mine?

In a series of text messages, the WC encouraged us to go for it. "I think Molly wants to lose that bet anyway.... and I know you'd love to take orders from Suzanne for a weekend."

Is that the sort of trash talk you want to share when setting up a Mega-Wager?  Where's your testosterone, WC?  Don't you think Jesus will come through again for your beloved Donkeys? And aren't you willing to put a little personal skin in the game? At least an orifice?

So are the folks at All Mine  willing to consider a wager that involves not a game between the bad luck Bengals, who were sure to lose against the mighty Patriots, but a game against the Tebows, who seem to have the Lord's terrible swift sword in their offensive arsenal when things get tight?

Game on, Suzanne?  Or do you need to pray on it?