John Delach

Before I tell you this story, I must explain that my memory of it was on the verge of disappearing into oblivion. It is not uncommon for me to forget names, especially when I am telling a story. I know the name when I begin telling my story, but this all-important item slips away before I get to it leaving me lost and speechless. This is not uncommon for us Octogenarians.

Today’s story takes the failure of not remembering names a step further. In this instance, my entire story revolves around a man who was almost completely forgotten.

I was having a telephone conversation with my good friend, Geoff about his old job in marine insurance. “You know, John, I worked for a guy who was quite a character. I don’t mean, Bill Smith, this guy was Smith’s boss.”

“Sorry, Geoff, Damned if I can remember him.”

We kept on talking and as we did, snippets of information and memory of Mister X began slipping back into my consciousness. “Hold on, Geoff, things about that guy are coming back to me. Wasn’t he a big man and wasn’t he independently wealthy?”

“Yes,” Geoff exclaimed, “He also lived in Central Florida where he had a cattle ranch.”

We failed to take this further, let it go and finished our conversation. After we hung up, more and more snippets popped into my head including his last name that first made it self-known to me in bits and pieces. At last, I remembered his complete last name, Klineoder!

“Son of a bitch”, I said out loud as I picked up the phone to call Geoff. He answered on the second ring and, before I could say anything, he shouted out, “Klineoder!”

We laughed like school boys as we proved that not-so-great minds can also think alike.

Re-discovering Klineoder’s last name was the key to my almost forgotten story, The Craziest Bet I Ever Made.

The Giants were doing well during the 1990 season and, with about two-thirds of the regular season games already played, a radical idea popped into my head. For some unexplainable reason, I became convinced that my team would not only make the playoffs; they would also defeat the two playoff opponents and be victorious in Super Bowl XXV.

I decided to call an executive I knew in the marine insurance industry who had a reputation for being a betting man. That man was Klineoder. I picked him to see if my proposition would fly. My fear was my proposal to bet $100 wasn’t enough to catch his interest.

I gave him an outline over the phone leading him to invite me to a lunch that was most likely to turn into an all-afternoon affair. To limit the damage, I prearranged our destination to be the Club at the World Trade Center using my membership. Hey, I knew what I was doing. I knew that he would restrain himself if I was paying the bill.

“I am proposing an interesting bet. You know how big a Giants fan I am and I have supreme confidence in this year’s team. I am willing to make a bet here and now that they will win the Super Bowl. In other words, I will take the Giants and you will have the rest of the NFL to beat them.”

“Interesting, John. How much are you willing to put up?”

“One hundred dollars.”

“Okay, and what odds do you want?”

Ah, the most important question. In my heart, I wanted 6 to 1, but I didn’t want to turn him off so I blurted out, “Four to one.”

“I’ll take it.”

Okay, the bet was made. So how did it go?

Two weeks later, the Giants lost their premier quarterback, Phil Simms to a season ending leg injury. Their fate fell into the hands of Jeff Hoestler, their back-up QB. He managed to win the last two regular season games and then beat the Chicago Bears in the Giants first playoff game at home in Giants Stadium.

Next up, the two-time Champion San Francisco Forty-Niners at their home field in Candlestick Park. A brutal struggle and a near defeat until LT, (Lawrence Taylor) stripped the ball from the 49ers running back, Roger Craig. This possession allowed the Giants kicker, Matt Barr, to kick the winning field goal as time expired.

A week later, Big Blue took on the Buffalo Bills in the Big Sombrero in Tampa, Florida. Defensive Coach Bill Belicheck engineered a remarkable defense that greatly limited the Bills pass-happy offense while O.J. Anderson, the Giants ancient running back ran both like the wind and as a battle tank that earned him MVP honors.

Between OJ, Geoff Hosteler and the Giants defense, they gave Big Blue the lead as the game clock ticked down. Still, it came down to the Bill’s kicker, Scott Norwood, to win the game. He faced a field goal kick of 47 yards, a bit beyond his range. I held my breath. His kick was like a bad golf shot sliced out to the right and it wasn’t coming back.

Lucky, lucky me. I collected my winnings while learning my lesson well. There is no such thing as a sure thing.