Rumlow had been rooted for New York since he decided he was going to take an interest in baseball. It only seemed fair given that it was generally a good team and came from around the area where he had lived. It was a good cover, and he didn't have to think too hard about it aside from punching Rollins in the face and smirking when New York won on their occasionally bets.

"Of course you will, since we both can't root for New York," he pointed out sarcastically, though he would maybe be convinced to. It wouldn't be an interesting bet at all unless they both lost. Then he could make it interesting somehow.

"It is friendly, but come on, live a little." He gave Steve a withering look for suggesting that the exchange money. That was so old school, and he would have none of it, not if he wanted to have fun. "Keep your money, pal. I make a pay cheque and so do you. No way, whoever loses has the right to dare the other to do anything. Well, within reason, no criminal stuff. Deal?"