Be careful what you bet on the Super Bowl, especially if you are a couple of drinks past your limit.
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OK, it was a stupid bet, I know it was a stupid bet, but we were at a Super Bowl party and I had a little too much to drink and everyone was egging me on all the way.
My name is Shelly and I work in a data processing center in Minneapolis with 22 other women. The office Super Bowl party is a tradition that goes back to before I started working there 6 years ago. Every year the entire office gets together for a "girls only" Super Bowl party. Almost all of the other women in the office are Vikings fans, but no matter who was playing, we gathered at our office manager's home. And every year there are stupid bets made between "the girls." Someone ends up having to come to work with orange hair or in a football jersey of the winning team or with makeup in the winning teams colors or whatever. Like I said, they are stupid bets, but this year I made what has to be the stupidest bet ever.
I am originally from Seattle and Barb is originally from Boston. We are both football fanatics. So much so, in fact, that the others in the office referred to us as Seattle Shelly and Boston Barb. So it was inevitable that we would be rooting for our hometown teams at the party and no surprise to anyone that there would be some sort of bet between us.
What was surprising was that both Barb and I came to the party in cheerleader outfits. We both had been cheerleaders in high school and both of us could still fit into our outfits. Our outfits were even the team colors. We both came dressed to proclaim our loyalty to our team... and to flaunt our stuff. After all not everyone can still look hot in their high school cheerleading outfit nine years later.
Before the game ever began we agreed on a bet. We were the same size, so the loser would have to wear the winner's outfit and be a cheerleader for the winning team at work on Monday. Since no customers ever actually come into the data processing center, and since the office manger and the shift supervisor were both at the party with us-- and both a little drunk-- there wasn't going to be any problem with that.
The first quarter just resulted a lot of taunting back and forth between Barb and me. Then they ran that puppy commercial and got us all crying. One of the women said, "We need something to cheer us up and get our minds back on the game."
I downed my beer and suggested that maybe if Barb and I upped our bet a little, it would make the game more interesting. I suggested if New England won by more than 3 points, I would wear a New England cheerleader outfit not only Monday, but all week. If it was less than 3 points, she would wear my Sea Hawk outfit all week. She agreed and all the other women from the office cheered and yelled to encourage us.
The second quarter didn't start out much better. Then LaFell caught that pass in the end zone and the Patriots were up 7-zip. Barb taunted me that I was going to lose big. Then all the women from the office started giving me a really bad time about how I was going to lose and that I would look really cute in Barb's cheerleader outfit.
"No way!" I yelled. "I'll even up the bet... cheerleader skirt, but no tights."
That meant that the loser would be totally naked beneath the skirt. I know I shouldn't have made that bet, but I did. I figured that even if I lost, it was only women in the office, and at my desk nothing really showed - though I had a feeling that whoever lost would be the one sent to get anything that was needed out of the filing cabinet, especially from the bottom drawer.
Everyone cheered and laughed and then Sara, the shift supervisor said, "Naked means totally naked, no tights, no panties, no hair. Smooth and naked as the day you were born." Both Barb and I looked at her in amazement, but then we both said together, "Agreed."
Five minutes later Russell Wilson made that great pass and set things up for Marshawn Lynch to score for the Hawks and it was tied. Then the Patriots scored again and made it 14-7.