See that lovable fellow flopped out on the basketball court? That is Rasheed Wallace of the Detroit Pistons, and I was so damn sure that his team would defeat the Boston Celtics in the playoffs that I made a silly little wager with fellow End Hits‘er Andrew Tonry.

I lost the bet.

So now I must do the following:
1. Attend a show of Andrew’s choice. He will pick a band that he knows I despise.
2. Get there the second doors open and stay until the last note of the last band.
3. Do all of this alone and completely sober.
4. Write a 500 word show review for this blog.

I hate you Rasheed Wallace. Good thing this band isn’t coming here anytime soon. But no matter what terrible band Andrew picks, I know it’s going to hurt. Bad.

But since I am known for not learning anything from life’s experiences, and I am a glutton for punishment, we are betting once again—this time on the NBA finals. But instead of using the same painful “prize” as before, we need new stakes. This is where you come in, dearest reader, what should the loser have to do?

Some failed suggestions include:
- Streaking (as in naked) through the Crystal Ballroom during a sold out show. Since this would involve crossing into the 21+ section of the room, you’ll need to bring I.D., but nothing else. (Verdict: Too cruel. Plus the sight of my nude body has been known to cause severe nausea.)
- Karaoke Throwdown: The winner picks a song (most likely “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls) for the loser to sing at a crowded karoake night. (Verdict: Too easy. Plus I usually sing that song anyway.)
- Open Mic Awkwardness: The loser must sing a song written by the winner during an open mic night. (Verdict: This one might work. I don’t play an instrument, but I suppose that would make things all the more awkward.)

We are open to your suggestions. I know there are plenty of people that want to see Andrew suffer (and a few that wouldn’t mind witnessing me cry in public), so comment away…