The challenge came in from the illustrious Mr. Kissinger. I should have known better. "So, who do you think will win the Super Bowl?" He asked innocently. Despite hating the Raiders with every fiber of my being, I said, "the Raiders." "Care for a wager?" He responded. Thinking to myself, I wonder if I could actually condsider betting for the Raiders to win the big one. As a Coloradoan and lifelong Bronco fan, I risk being deported from my favorite state by doing so. I just felt too strongly that the Raiders had it in the bag. "OK, but lets not bet money, but something that involves some sort of public humiliation." "Exactly what I was thinking" Brian said. Another bad sign. By half time I was actually rooting for the Bucs, having accepted the price I would pay for their winning. Of course, the Damn Raiders had to make it look like a game early in the fourth quarter and I found myself, much to my horror, cheering for them. It didn't last long and the Bucs managed to put several nails in the Raider coffin. In the end, seeing Rich Gannon throw a Super Bowl record 5 interceptions, three of which were run back for touchdowns, which has to be a record as well, and seeing Jon Gruden hand Al Davis his head made it all worth it. So, the critical information, what was the bet? The loser (that would be me) has to see Kangaroo Jack and post a review of it right here on the HTF. I hope to have it done by the end of the week. And don't make wagers with Kissinger.