November 21, 1998; $20 5-Team Parlay. Reckless, I know, but the 25:1 payout was alluring to an almost-starving, sweater-folding Assistant Golf Professional. The sting of one game’s events have clouded many of the details, but the story reads something like this:
Mississippi St. - upset & cover vs. Arkansas
Ohio St. - covers against Michigan
Ga. Tech - has a big number to meet, but makes it against Wake Forest
UCLA - keeps control of things vs USC. A cheap USC score makes it intersting, but UCLA covers
(I’m 4 for 4 on the early games, and parlay is looking good.)
Notre Dame is a 4pt favorite at home against LSU, and the game is closer than it really should be. I’ve blocked out most of it from memory, but somehow Notre Dame is up by 5 with posession, and only a few seconds left on the clock. Rather than punt the ball away from their own 30(ish), dipshit Bob Davie tells Jarious Jackson to run around to kill the clock. Somehow, Jackson interprets that to mean “dick around in the end zone, take a safety, and get your knee blown out while doing so”.
A $520 swing that Saturday, due to coaching incompetence and player ignorance. I flipped over my shitty sofa inside my shitty condo & went to the bar.
F The Fighting Irish. They made me give up betting on NCAA football.