Football Fic: Bowled Over
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namasteTitle: Bowled Over
Author: Namaste
Summary: The football bet continues, and Wilson likes his chances. Part of the ongoing fics built around the prospect of House and Wilson betting on the football team at House’s alma mater, which began with Go Blue and continued in Hail To the Victors?, Tailgating, College Game Day and Down The Badger Hole.
Sample:
“Football?” Wilson sat forward, spread the paper out across Cuddy’s desk. “Bowl games?”
Cuddy pushed the paper aside. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re ignoring you.”
“Doesn’t work,” House said. “Believe me. I’ve tried.”
“So this theory of yours about bowl games and how it’s good for colleges to lose a few games so they play crappy teams,” Wilson said. He leaned back in the chair and held up a copy of the sports section. “Did you ever consider the possibility that Michigan would be the crappy team in this scenario?”
“You’re in my chair,” House grumbled, and tapped his cane against Wilson’s leg.
“It’s my chair,” Cuddy corrected, “and my office. How did you get in here?”
Wilson stood and moved over to another chair. “Your new assistant likes me.”
“You mean my former assistant.”
“Have you actually managed to keep an assistant for more than two weeks?” House asked. He sat in the chair Wilson had been using and stretched his legs out toward Cuddy’s desk.
“So about this theory ...” Wilson held up the paper again.
“Once,” Cuddy said, looking at House, “last summer, I had one for three whole months.”
“That doesn’t count. I wasn’t here.”
“Wait, are you actually admitting that you’ve been trying to get rid of my assistants?”
House cocked his head. “If I say ‘yes,’ does that mean you’re going to give me more clinic hours?”
“Yes.”
“Then the answer is no.”
“Your theory?” Wilson asked. “Bowl games?”
“And I definitely don’t have any papers in my file cabinet charting the number of hours each assistant lasted after our first meeting.”
“Football?” Wilson sat forward, spread the paper out across Cuddy’s desk. “Bowl games?”
Cuddy pushed the paper aside. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re ignoring you.”
“Doesn’t work,” House said. “Believe me. I’ve tried.”
“What does work?”
“Let him bitch for a while, get it out of his system.”
“I’m not bitching,” Wilson said.
“No, you’re bragging. That’s even more annoying.”
“But it’s not annoying when you brag?”
“Of course not, because I’ve got good reasons to brag. I ever tell you about the time I diagnosed a woman with a cat allergy over the phone?”
“Many times. And now you’re just trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
“No.”
House waved one hand toward him. “Fine. Go ahead and brag. Get it out of your system while you can.”
“You sure?” Wilson smiled. “It’s going to take a while to get it out of my system. Nearly a month.”
“It’s going to be a long month,” Cuddy mumbled.
Wilson picked up the paper again, pointing to the college football bowl schedule. “Florida, ranked ninth in the nation, against unranked Michigan,” Wilson said, “New Year’s Day.”
“Appalachian State was unranked,” House said.
“Now you want to talk about Appalachian State?”
“It seemed appropriate.”
“Even if Michigan somehow managed to win, it still wouldn’t be as much fun as Appalachian State beating Michigan in the first place.”
“Well if you’re so confident, maybe you’d like to change the bet, ” House said.
Cuddy stared at House. “Even you’re not that stupid, are you?”
House shrugged. “Apparently.” He turned to Wilson. “Another hundred bucks if Michigan doesn’t beat the 10-point spread.”
“So if they lose the game, I get two hundred?”
“Right.”
“And if they lose by more than ten points, I get another hundred?”
House nodded. “But if they win, I get one extra dinner per week for the life of the bet.”
Wilson stared down at the carpet, then looked up at Cuddy. “You want a piece of this too?”
Cuddy shook her head. “I’m not crazy.”
“Neither am I.” Wilson turned to House. “I’ve always liked Florida,” he said, and held out his hand. “You’re on, and bring cash. Twenties and higher will be fine.”
Author: Namaste
Summary: The football bet continues, and Wilson likes his chances. Part of the ongoing fics built around the prospect of House and Wilson betting on the football team at House’s alma mater, which began with Go Blue and continued in Hail To the Victors?, Tailgating, College Game Day and Down The Badger Hole.
Sample:
“Football?” Wilson sat forward, spread the paper out across Cuddy’s desk. “Bowl games?”
Cuddy pushed the paper aside. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re ignoring you.”
“Doesn’t work,” House said. “Believe me. I’ve tried.”
“So this theory of yours about bowl games and how it’s good for colleges to lose a few games so they play crappy teams,” Wilson said. He leaned back in the chair and held up a copy of the sports section. “Did you ever consider the possibility that Michigan would be the crappy team in this scenario?”
“You’re in my chair,” House grumbled, and tapped his cane against Wilson’s leg.
“It’s my chair,” Cuddy corrected, “and my office. How did you get in here?”
Wilson stood and moved over to another chair. “Your new assistant likes me.”
“You mean my former assistant.”
“Have you actually managed to keep an assistant for more than two weeks?” House asked. He sat in the chair Wilson had been using and stretched his legs out toward Cuddy’s desk.
“So about this theory ...” Wilson held up the paper again.
“Once,” Cuddy said, looking at House, “last summer, I had one for three whole months.”
“That doesn’t count. I wasn’t here.”
“Wait, are you actually admitting that you’ve been trying to get rid of my assistants?”
House cocked his head. “If I say ‘yes,’ does that mean you’re going to give me more clinic hours?”
“Yes.”
“Then the answer is no.”
“Your theory?” Wilson asked. “Bowl games?”
“And I definitely don’t have any papers in my file cabinet charting the number of hours each assistant lasted after our first meeting.”
“Football?” Wilson sat forward, spread the paper out across Cuddy’s desk. “Bowl games?”
Cuddy pushed the paper aside. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re ignoring you.”
“Doesn’t work,” House said. “Believe me. I’ve tried.”
“What does work?”
“Let him bitch for a while, get it out of his system.”
“I’m not bitching,” Wilson said.
“No, you’re bragging. That’s even more annoying.”
“But it’s not annoying when you brag?”
“Of course not, because I’ve got good reasons to brag. I ever tell you about the time I diagnosed a woman with a cat allergy over the phone?”
“Many times. And now you’re just trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
“No.”
House waved one hand toward him. “Fine. Go ahead and brag. Get it out of your system while you can.”
“You sure?” Wilson smiled. “It’s going to take a while to get it out of my system. Nearly a month.”
“It’s going to be a long month,” Cuddy mumbled.
Wilson picked up the paper again, pointing to the college football bowl schedule. “Florida, ranked ninth in the nation, against unranked Michigan,” Wilson said, “New Year’s Day.”
“Appalachian State was unranked,” House said.
“Now you want to talk about Appalachian State?”
“It seemed appropriate.”
“Even if Michigan somehow managed to win, it still wouldn’t be as much fun as Appalachian State beating Michigan in the first place.”
“Well if you’re so confident, maybe you’d like to change the bet, ” House said.
Cuddy stared at House. “Even you’re not that stupid, are you?”
House shrugged. “Apparently.” He turned to Wilson. “Another hundred bucks if Michigan doesn’t beat the 10-point spread.”
“So if they lose the game, I get two hundred?”
“Right.”
“And if they lose by more than ten points, I get another hundred?”
House nodded. “But if they win, I get one extra dinner per week for the life of the bet.”
Wilson stared down at the carpet, then looked up at Cuddy. “You want a piece of this too?”
Cuddy shook her head. “I’m not crazy.”
“Neither am I.” Wilson turned to House. “I’ve always liked Florida,” he said, and held out his hand. “You’re on, and bring cash. Twenties and higher will be fine.”
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Date: 2007-12-08 02:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-08 05:56 pm (UTC)well I'm about to be an alum, one more week... My last gator game, for awhile at least, was the UF v. FSU game... I know a bunch of people going to the Michigan game though because it's so close.
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Date: 2007-12-08 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-08 11:15 pm (UTC)Gotta love palmetto bugs... I always like to say that when your cockroaches are the size of small rodents you have to rename them... ^_^