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Taster’s Cherce

A few weeks ago I bet my old pal Johnny Red Sox that his team would make the playoffs. He said they were going to blow it. Here’s the bet: If the Sox won, he takes me out to dinner. If they lost, I take him out.

Figured it was a win-win for me. Now, let’s just hope his tastes are reasonable. That doesn’t mean Gray’s Papaya, but let’s hope it doesn’t mean Del Posto either.


1 RIYank   ~  Sep 29, 2011 12:57 pm

Crow for dinner, humble pie for dessert? If he wants artichokes, tell him "no heart"?

Okay, okay. I'm sure he's suffering enough.

2 Alex Belth   ~  Sep 29, 2011 1:15 pm

He is. Just hope he doesn't have a mean streak and force my hand to a three star jernt. LOL

3 RIYank   ~  Sep 29, 2011 1:22 pm

"Wow, this dinner is more expensive than an inning of John Lackey or a Carl Crawford at-bat!"

No. Too soon.

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