those tiny spaniards

{the following is in reference to a trip i'm taking to spain tomorrow.}

K: Bet you $3 you see A Giants shirt or cap in España.

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b1: not even. you give me odds.

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K: Even. It's fucking Spain.

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b1: it's full of americans.

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K: But I like even odds.

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b1: i'll bet you even i don't see 3.

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K: Ok. Done

{note: betting between myself and the K is *highly* unusual. he'll
often start some crazy sentence with "i betcha that blah, blah, blah,"
which he sometimes follows up on. i have no idea what my record is
relative to the K. you're either witnessing raw testosterone; or
possibly a combination of giants win crossed with crazed thoughts of his
pole dancing personal trainer and knowledge that i'd likely carry his
bravado up on this 'blog. in any event, you better believe that if i
see *2* giants caps i'm going to walk through the rest of spain
blindfolded. if there's a lot of people over there like mr. crypto, i'm
doomed.}