Every year, I make a bet with a guy named Robby. He was born in Georgia and lives in San Diego so, naturally, he is a Boston Red Sox fan. (I just report the facts; I don’t explain them.) Despite his choice of teams, Robby is a dedicated baseball aficionado. He was once a scrappy second baseman for his Georgia high school team before a stint in the Middle East League as an Army Ranger.
Robby indulges me every season by fading me on some of my fanciful, eccentric bets. The stakes are always the same, a bottle of Jack Daniels.