I challenged Blobby to an Oscar contest: which one of us could most accurately predict who would bring home the gold at this past Sunday’s Academy Awards ceremony in Hollywood. “Winner gets to gloat,” I told him, “and the loser must admit defeat.”
I had warned Blobby that for several years running, until my colleagues grew bored of me, I was the reigning champion in the office Oscar pool. (Don’t even get me started on how some of my officemates never made good on their wagers – it’s a shameful tale!) So I felt pretty confident going into this year’s challenge.
And now that the results are in, I’m happy/sad/relieved that I neither have to gloat or admit defeat – it was a tie! Blobby graciously sums it all up here.
And so with the Oscars behind us, I congratulate/make fun of Blobby on his win/loss and wish him the best of luck/the most dire misfortune next year. But hey – why wait another whole 12 months? There’s all sorts of things we could bet on: the Michigan Republican primary, how long the Dow will remain over 13,000, when Rick Santorum will wear a sweater that has long sleeves, the Kentucky Derby…the possibilities are endless! Game on, Blobby – pick your poison!