A long, long time ago a small wager was made between a die hard San Francisco 49ers fan and a fan of both the 49ers and the Miami Dolphins.

Whichever of the two teams got back to the Super Bowl first the loser had to procure tickets to the actual game. It didn't matter if we were going to end up sitting in the absolute back (back, back!) row of the stadium with our backs against the wall - we would be at the actual event.

A bet is a bet - and I flew from Leipzig, Germany back to Melbourne, Australia (via Munich, D.C., LAX, and Auckland mind you) to then turn around fly from Melbourne to Sydney to LAX to Houston to meet Dusty and drive to New Orleans (flights in to the Big Easy had QUADRUPLED over the Super Bowl Weekend somehow) for the game.

It was a great weekend despite the loss. I said it once and I'll say it again, however - Crabtree was held. Right. In. Front. Of. Us.

As a side note, I loved the whole #questforsix concept and war cry - but now I think it's going to be my Spurs who do that first...

Maybe another bet is in order?