I don't know if any of you remember the 2005 Badger/Gopher football game. The 22nd ranked Gophers ran all over the 23rd ranked Badgers that day at the Metrodome. Lawrence Maroney and Gary Russell combined for 400yds rushing. The Gophers were up by 10pts with just over 3 minutes to play. I was there with my parents as usual.
I bet my mother a pitcher of beer that the Gophers would win...
Improbably, John Stucco immediately drove for a TD - his only good drive of the game. Then with 30 seconds left in the 4th quarter, the Badgers blocked a punt and recovered in the endzone for the win. I had to buy all of the beer that night and now for 20 years, my father has reminded me that I should
never bet beer with my mother.
Fast forward to Tuesday night. My parents (now in their 80s) moved to Minnesota to be closer to us. I offered to watch the Timberwolves / Bucks game with them on Tuesday. My dad's side of the family has long time connections with the franchise, but he hasn't really followed them much since the 80s. We sit down and watch the game, but the Timberwolves are dominating. In the 4th quarter my mother is reading a magazine and my father is obsessed with trying to figure out how to download an app to his phone. They've both given up on the Bucks. After Dante DiVincenzo nailed another 3pt shot to go up by 24 points,
I jokingly leaned over and bet a beer with my mother...
The Timberwolves lose and my father will live out the rest of his life resolutely convinced that the key to any comeback of a Wisconsin team over a Minnesota team is for me to bet my mother a beer on the outcome of the game.
p.s. I walked over to their basement fridge and handed her a beer.
You're welcome.
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