I'm pretty sure I mentioned in my Thanksgiving report that my brother was the one who got drunk this year. He started needling my niece's husband, Jake, about how they were leaving the country before the Civil War game between Oregon State University and the University of Oregon. Jake and Jolie were headed to Portugal to spend ten days vacating, and they were going to miss the game. Lonnie just couldn't BELIEVE that Jake was fleeing the country because he was afraid that the UO was going to lose the game, etc etc and on and on. Jake and I both already had money bets with Lonnie on the game, but he wanted to talk some shit. Jake likes to talk shit too, it must be said, but he refused to take the bait this time. Instead he offered Lonnie another wager. If the Beavers won, Jake would wear the OSU shirt of Lonnie's choice at Xmas; if the Ducks won, Lonnie would wear the UO shirt of Jake's choice.
Here's the photographic evidence from Xmas. I hadn't brought a UO shirt (and actually don't own any), but my nephew had a Eugene waffle house shirt that worked very nicely. From left to right, that's Jake, Lonnie, and me:

What's the sign that Jake's making? C is for Chump?
Here's the photographic evidence from Xmas. I hadn't brought a UO shirt (and actually don't own any), but my nephew had a Eugene waffle house shirt that worked very nicely. From left to right, that's Jake, Lonnie, and me:
What's the sign that Jake's making? C is for Chump?
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