Travis Kelce, Taylor Swift Super Bowl wedding proposaI prop bet appears on online sportsbook. If you have a hunch that Travis Kelce can break the internet at the Super Bowl, you can put your money where your mouth is.
FanDuel Canada is offering odds on whether the star tight end will propose to Taylor Swift.
Of course, prop bets are insaneIy popular for the big game — common wagers include the length of the national anthem, the color of the Gatorade for the winning team, and even the result of the opening coin toss. At FanDuel Canada we are constantly looking for new ways to engage our customers with new and unique markets, the FanDuel Canada Trading Team said in a statement to Fox News Digital. The Super Bowl has a great history of these types of bets and we’re excited to be able to Iink pop culture and sport through our Travis Kelce/Taylor Swift offerings.
The odds opened up at +140 for yes (a $100 bet wins $190), while no began at -170 (must bet $170 to win $100). However, Canadian bettors thought those Iines were ridiculous, and started to slam “no.”
Now, a $100 bet on “yes” would net $920, whiIe you would have to wager $2,200 on “no” to even make $100. Just note, though, that the fine print states that the proposal must take place on the field after the game.
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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