Humbling . . .

Being a Packer fan sometimes means putting up with the misery your team can inflict upon you when they are having a down year. Like now. No Favre. No playoffs. No wins in how long?

If they lose to the Lions tomorrow . . . I may have to go to Canada and become a hockey fan. Or maybe I'll go to South America and become a soccer fan.

I've fallen into a pattern of making side bets with my favorite opponent and Viking fan prior to major blogger events. Until recently, I've always come out on the winning side, and he's been a good sport and appeared in public in my team colors.

After losing the November game bet, I paid my dues on Sunday at the Imperial Palace.

It was a day of humiliation. Not only did I have to wear purple. I had to wear purple flannel pajama pants with Viking logos. I had to buy drinks. Serve them. Massage him. Watch the Packers lose another game. And suffer the comments of passersby . . .

Passerby: Nice pants.

MrsChako: I lost a bet.

Passerby: You should have shaved your head.

Photographic evidence of my humilitation:

The winner . . . and the "not" winner.

My first drink wench duties - Cap'n and Coke, sir?

Apparently you get to pick up the drink wench.

I still love you, Drizz. At least the shirt had a flattering shape.

Humbly submitted,

The Wife