About that bet
Mo on the bet he made with Fabio when this whole thing was still an idea — a baseball game in Korea, both ends about where we'd go if we won.
When this whole thing was still an idea — just me at a job, my partner in crime at another job, a text on a Tuesday about BSF — we made a bet. We were sitting somewhere and the conversation was going where the conversation goes when two people start picturing something real. And I said something like, when we make it, I owe you a baseball game in Korea. Hot dogs and beer. On me.
He took the bet.
The thing about the bet that I love, that I think about all the time now when something is hard or something is slow or somebody asks me what I do for a living — and you know how I feel about being asked what I do — is that both ends of the bet were about where we were going to go if we succeed. There was no if we failed. We never sat there and went oh, if this falls apart, who buys whose drinks. The whole bet was on the upside.
That’s not me being naive. I’m a believer in my faith and I know this world has heavy deeds in it. Business comes with backlash, partnerships strain, products don’t ship the way you want them to ship. I know all of that. But the bond between my partner and me feels forged in the highest of pressure, and I think when two people only bet on the win, it’s because they’ve already decided that’s where they’re going.
So somewhere in the next five years, we’re going to a baseball game in Korea. He gets the hot dogs and the beer. I owe him that one. And the funny part is by then he’ll have earned every bit of it, and so will I.
Tip to tip.
— Mo