Do you know that feeling that comes when you lose a bet? Not just a dollar bet on a game of cards, but a bet in which you lay all of your dignity on the line. Now that’s a bad feeling.

During the Alabama versus Georgia game a few weeks ago, I got a little cocky with my friends and decided to take on a few bets from the Alabama fans in the room. I am the only Auburn fan in this crowd, and since Georgia seemed to be running the table on Alabama at the time, I figured it was safe to take on the world.

I was sadly mistaken.

By the end of the first quarter I had agreed to wear Alabama clothes (of my friend’s choosing) on the Sunday before and the day of the national championship game, along with a “Roll Tide Roll” shout out on video if the Tide won the game.

If Georgia had pulled it out, there were going to be three very pretty boys in Auburn tutus and orange and blue shirts three sizes too small. Alas, as we all know, I lost that bet.

It has been hanging over my head for the past few weeks, so I was almost relieved when the day came to get the outfit on and get over it. The only problem is that one of the guys that I bet against became my husband since the bet, so he felt the need to go above and beyond on getting the worse possible outfit imaginable for the big event. We strolled into the thrift store to pick out the garb of choice, and he found quite the doozy.

I figured I would end up with some ugly national championship shirt and some red pants of his choosing, but he chose something even worse than Alabama. He found a bright crimson shirt that said “I HATE AUBURN” plastered across the front. As if that weren’t painful enough, he followed it up with men’s dress pants with a houndstooth print that was about three times too big for my body, and a red and white belt that really polished off the look.

As I got ready for church Sunday morning, I could already feel the frustration rising inside of me. I tried to own the situation and act as though I didn’t care, but that only lasted about 10 seconds. As soon as I entered the church house, people were asking, hoping, praying that I had lost a bet. Even Alabama fans were appalled at the apparel I was subjected to wear, but I tried my best to man-up on the situation.

As the day wore on, I was happy that we only found excuses to visit about five establishments in the north Jefferson area, but remember that I had to wear it the whole day of the national championship game also. So Monday, while all of you Alabama fans were dressed in your best crimson and white, I was hunched at my computer, trying to make sure no one saw the horrors that were on my clothes.

I did my part and gave a hearty RTR on camera, which quickly made its way to Facebook. I’m not going to lie, it was really tough to swallow my pride on this one and follow through. But I try to be a woman of my word, so dignity was out the window as I wore those horrible colors and said those heinous words.

When asked if I will ever bet again, my initial response is, “Heck NO!” But I know myself better than that, and I know that my big, fat mouth will outweigh my mind and I’ll be right back in some crazy scenario, thinking that if I would just be quiet sometimes, my life would be so much better.

Oh well, until next time, remember that it’s really never a good idea to bet against a national championship team, even when they are losing at the moment.

And just so no one is confused — War Eagle!