Daniel. 5AM, Saturday morning.
I seriously can't remember the last time my girlfriend's lost a sports bet. She picked the Giants to win earlier this week. Then after lunch, she placed her bet via her brother-in-law's bookie as we were driving down to San Diego for a Super Bowl party. She didn't even bother watching the game until the final 30 seconds. And who could blame her? Our friends hired crepe makers for the party. Nobody can resist the mystical powers of Nutella. Unless of course the Nutella was slathered all over a human baby. But I'd give it some serious thought before finally deciding not to eat the baby. They are pretty soft, after all.