The Last Superbowl Overtime, I got Slapped with a Fish. This Year was Worse

A few interesting facts about Super Bowl 58:

The record for “Longest Field Goal in a Super Bowl” was broken. Twice.

In the second quarter San Francisco’s Jake Moody drilled a 55-yarder to put the Niners up 3-0.

The previous record had stood for 31 years, so long that it was a Buffalo Bills kicker who did it.

Moody’s NEW record stood for…about an hour and a half. That’s when the Chief’s Harrison Butker broke it with a 57 yard field goal.

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Also, this was only the second time a Super Bowl went into Overtime. The first time it happened in 2017.

It’s a game I remember all too well. It was the year I got slapped (really hard) by a red snapper. And not the GOOD kind.

The video of THAT is coming up.

2017, SB LI, was the year the Atlanta Falcons had a 21-3 lead over the Patriots at HALFTIME. The Pats being the Pats and Brady being Brady, I felt good (I had the Falcons, Brandon Coates the Patriots) but not comfortable enough to go to bed.

Then, in the 3^rd quarter the Falcons went up 28-3. That’s when I was ready to call it a night. Off to bed I went with visions of slapping the hell out of Brandon with a giant fish.

The Patriots came back in the 4^th with 19 unanswered points, tying the game and sending it into OT, a Super Bowl first.  I didn’t even find out until I got to work the next day that I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS GOING TO GET THE FISH SLAP.

Seven years later.

Seven years later.  Another Super Bowl, another bet. Another over time.  This year’s bet was originally pitched as a fire-walk across a length of white-hot coals.

We were told this would not be permitted on radio station property. Adapting quickly, we turned it into the “Fire-walk Over Hundreds of Legos”.

The Legos were actually worse. The fish-slap was over in one second. Although it was a forceful slap, the pain only lasted a minute or so.

Walking across this field of Legos took at least a full minute, which felt more like an hour. Also, my feet still hurt. 

That’s it. From now on, my only Super Bowl bets are going to be for cash, like any self-respecting degenerate gambler.