Sadly No Wager Again This Year: 

Not even for the Super Bowl. Tom Moss and I have been emailing back and worth during this past football season. I was interested in whether he and RC would be having another political or football wager this election year. They began wagering against each other over twelve years ago. Sharing with Union Suit Fan began a fun-filled decade for you and me. The payoff always required one of them having to appear at their office or out in public, clad only in a suit of long red, one-piece underwear. Tom said he has been quite willing, but that his "nemesis" had enough of losing so, despite Tom's may pleadings the past two years, RC declined. I've published more than a half a dozen of their bets with great pictues of the loser in various situations, wearing just a smile (sometimes), a hat and a bright red union suit. 

Since there hasn't been a wager lately, I asked Tom to recount their first bet when these two buddies were first brought to my attention. Since then, I've had the pleasure of documenting them right here in the Union Suit Fan universe. The bets between two great friends, photos and stories, have received hundreds of views.

Here's Tom's memory of that first bet: 

Years ago, I pestered RC to bet me that (redacted) would beat (redacted) in the 2012 Presidential Election. I just thought it would add some fun and interest to that election. I knew RC was a "dyed-in-the-wool" (redacted). I was an Independent with (forgive me) (redacted) leanings. But RC absolutely refused to a wager because he told me he only bet on a "sure thing" (I love telling this story, so bear with me). After my proposing this bet over and over ad nauseam, RC finally agreed, probably just to shut me up. 

Well, you might have guessed the outcome. The guy who only bet on a sure thing lost our wager and his pants! 

We both worked in the (redacted) building downtown back then. So, the next morning after the election, RC with a hungdog face plodded down to my office from up on the fourth floor. He asked what he needed to do to pay off our wager, perhaps a case of beer or a steak dinner.

"Oh, no," I told him, "nothing like that, nothing that costs you money." 

"Oh, yeah," he said looking down right suspicious.  

"No," I said, "it's simple. All you have to do is come to the office and work all day.....in Your Underwear."

He yelled, "IN MY UNDERWEAR?!  ARE YOU CRAZY!  I wouldn't do that in a million years. IN MY UNDERWEAR? AT THE OFFICE??"  

I said, "Hey, a bet is a bet and you lost this one. Enjoy, spending the day here at the office in your underwear!"  Without a word, he turned around and stormed out of my office and back to his.

Well, a long story short(er), he relented and paid off the bet but not the way I particularly imagined and I'm still a little ticked about it, if you want to know the truth. RC, being a man of his word, couldn't not pay off the wager. 

For that bet, I did not specify what type of underwear he'd need to wear to work. I knew he wore printed boxer shorts (we ran across each other at the gym locker room some days). So, I was pretty sure he wouldn't be arriving in briefs and an undershirt. My three boys, by the way, call old man briefs "whitety tighties." RC wouldn't be caught dead in them. Like their dad and RC, my three boys wear boxers. Okay, TMI. 

RC in his underwear at the computer, back in the day.

               

But anyway, to my eventual disappointment, I did not specify any particular day for RC to come to work for the big payoff. I couldn't wait to meet and greet him as he'd arrive after having driven across town, running to the elevator, up to his office to work all day long, spending those hours in only his underwear. I congratulated myself on such a great wager payoff and told everyone in our office just what to expect .

However, it did not work out quite as I hoped.  

RC chose a Saturday to pay off our wager! Not a week day when everyone would be in the office, but a Saturday. The dirty rat! He knew there would be a lot fewer managers and co-workers there on a weekend than a week day, so he would have to suffer less. 

As it turned out, RC came in really early the very next Saturday, brought his lunch, and stayed late. And, since it was the middle of November, he did not wear his boxer shorts (red polka dots would have been perfect) but a Suit of Long Red Underwear... his Union Suit. Can you imagine him traipsing around the office in a union suit? 

To add insult to injury, he text me at home that morning and said he was at work. And that true to our agreement, he was wearing only his underwear. I later learned he had driven carefully all across town in his union suit so as to not get a speeding ticket or be in an accident, caught wearing only his underwear. 

He told me when he arrived that he looked around the parking garage to see if anyone was around, then high-tailed it to the elevator and up to the fourth floor in that long red underwear. Only one other worker rode up with RC, not the dozen I was hoping would join him. His biggest trouble was sneaking down the hall during his ten hour day to the men's room. And, he did get caught a couple of times. Thank goodness for that at least. Afterall, the whole idea was to have numerous witnesses to his predicament.  

Now, I was busy with my boys that weekend so couldn't drop everything to come to the office. I told him to at least send a picture to prove he was at the office in his underwear. RC shared an office with a young intern who also was at work that day. It was he who could hardly stifle laughter to take the famous photo of RC standing in his work room by a file cabinet in this red union suit!  

Chris, I didn't get to see RC work that day in his union suit but I did get the last laugh. I took that photo, had a 7 x 10 print made, and put it up on the company bulletin board with his name on it in big capital letters, where it stayed for years. Maybe it's still there for all we know. And, of course, I put his underwear photo on my facebook page where a couple hundred people got to enjoy the "loser" of our first union suit wager.      

    LOL!! Isn't it great to see him standing there in his socks, hat and union suit 

with that look on his face?! Not a happy camper that day

 ....Tom, Kansas City Chief Fan (my socks:) 

It sure is Tom. This and all your and RC's union suit wager photos have been stupendously received by us Union Suit Fans! You two should know that multitudes of my blog viewers and I are disappointed there is no bet again this year.

        Happy Super Bowl viewing anyway, sports and union suit fans! ...Chris 

Added February 10th.  Never to miss joining in the fun, here's ole Buckeye, just like RC, sitting at his desk in boxer shorts!