Let me help you out, Scotty.
ME: You don't have the proof. If you did, you would bring it instead of "Agman.....calender year...original statement....etc..." All you do is flip and flop like a bass on ice with not a single number. JUST SHUT UP AND PRESENT THE NUMBERS, SH!
YOU: All right, it's obvious I don't have the numbers. I got carried away, OK? I stated my opinion as fact and you called me on it. I offered the bet because I didn't think you would take it. When you did, I was in a tight spot and had to come up with something. I didn't have any real numbers that would prove my point, and Agman couldn't come up with any, either, so I tried to BS you with slaughter numbers and what not. When you pointed out that everything I had offered as "proof" were only selected inputs and not actual profit figures, my next avenue was to try to divert the focus to you. That's why I spouted off about you not bringing any proof that I was wrong even though I proposed in the bet that I, myself, would provide the proof that I was right. Then, I thought I had a way out when I agreed to calender year 2004 so that's when I started the "my original statement was correct". When you offered double or nothing that I couldn't prove that was correct either, my second bluff was called and my noose got tighter. You got me, man.
ME: I thought that was the case. Heck, we all get carried away here sometimes. Why don't we put this behind us, act like the gentlemen and scholars that we are, and move on. I'll buy the first beer.
YOU: Sounds good. Since you've got $100 of mine, you can buy the second, too..... and I'm drinking Crown.
ME: Fair enough, lets belly up.
Now, isn't that better than digging deeper into denial, ranting like a spoiled first grader, and making an ash out of yourself?