A Sucker's Bet →
Exactly one year ago today, I made a bet with Zach Klein, who at the time was swept up in David Beckham soccer fever.
Zach was confident that America would fall in love with Beckham and within a year he would be starring in his own feature film. Well, sorry Zach. Americans still don’t care about soccer.
The prize was dinner anywhere in the world…
I wasn’t swept up like some starstruck sap! I was reacting to his massive $250 million contract with the L.A. Galaxy. It was a ploy to glamorize American soccer, and obviously sending him to Los Angeles wasn’t random.
I bet that they would make some hokey Mighty Ducks soccer equivalent, a remake of Ladybugs perhaps, where Beckham plays the unlikely choice for an open coaching position at the struggling local women’s minimum security prison soccer team. Beckham would overcome his raging barbiturate addiction and mold his inept squad into a true killing machine worthy of Alcatraz.
Most importantly, I only agreed to this bet because I assumed Ricky would want to go Chili’s. I didn’t forsee that he’d develop a taste for international cuisine and require us to go to goddamn Prague for some goulash. Ugh.
