Ahh, the good old days of Dave Krieg, Curt Warner, and Steve Largent playing in the Kingdome. I'm guessing if that was your last bet, you didn't hit on that one.
It wasn't the loss as much as the way they lost it. If you have time here's the story. I call it How Jim Zorn and Steve Largent Saved Me.
Back in my gambling days in 1980, I had placed a fairly large wager on Dan Fouts and the Chargers vs Jim Zorn and the Seahawks, in the next to last game of the year. The Chargers were 11.5 point favorites, which for that day was a big spread.
Anyway, the game went as expected, with SD taking a 21-0 lead after the first three times they got the ball. As the game went on they kept moving right through Seattle, but they kept making mistakes and didn't score another point in the half. They could have easily had two more TDs, but Seattle wasn't doing a thing. No need to worry.
Then in the second half, not much happened for either team. Later on, Seattle scored a TD, but that looked like all they would get. It was late and they still had to stop SD, which, of course they did. The next thing I know though, Seattle has the ball with only enough time for one play, and they're on the wrong side of the 50, sixty yards away from the endzone.
They won't even bother will they? They're down 14, at the end of a terrible 4-12 season and would have no reason to even try to score. For what purpose? I can't lose! Right?
Zorn drops back to pass and two Chargers are coming in untouched, straight for him. Zorn turns around and runs away as fast as he can. The clock has already gone to 0. Then Zorn starts to turn around to his right, and even though he's a left-hander, manages to toss an absolute HEAVE down the middle of the field. The ball is caught at about the 10 or 15, but who cares? The game is over and I hit it big baby!
Hey, what's that on the field? A flag. On who?
Penalty on the Chargers, and under the rules, Seattle has the ball at the 10 or 15 with one more play to come. Oh oh! I don't feel so good anymore.
Zorn drops back to pass again, again with no chance of victory, and I can't help but think that he's going to screw me big time. Sure SD can stop him, but will they is the real question. Anyway, Zorn looks to his left and throws, the camera zooms to the corner and there is his target, Steve Largent, sitting on his butt in the end zone. He has fallen and is literally sitting on his ass. Woosh, like Randy Moss on his greatest day, Largent darts those hands high and boing, TD, I lose, I lose big.
I leap up from my chair in anger. I can't help but yell ****! My darling wife is sitting next to me and wants to know why I care. It isn't the Patriots. So, in an outwardly calm voice, as good as I could muster, I said that I was going for a little walk. I needed to clam down.
I struggled with this for a couple of days, but then it dawned on me. What kind of a jerk would gamble a beautiful wife and family's security on a damn bet. What was I doing? This is crazy. Even though I never really bet a lot or very often, this one really caught my attention..
I had made some money before, so I considered, very briefly, of trying to catch up. Surely I could find a game that would get me back to even. Nah, the way Zorn pulled that off just made me sick, and I didn't want to ever feel that way again.
Well, that was the last bet that I ever placed on anything, except for buying squares once a year in the superbowl. Other than stopping smoking, it was the single best move that I've ever made.
I owe it all to Jim Zorn and Steve Largent. Thanks guys.