The year was 1977 (God,seems like a week ago) my parents went to Tahoe for the weekend. My Father who loved the crap table, rarely bet on sport games. Came back and had a $500.00 bet on the Monday Night Game. It was the Rams vs Bears and my Dad had to lay 8 1/2 points I was 16 working as a bus boy for Ramada Inn. I got off work the same time the game started. Listening on the radio and driving as fast as I can to my Dad's, Joe Namath throws two quick TD's and the Rams take a 14-0 early first quarter lead. As I walk in my Dad's house, he meets me and is so excited and says "JC,Namath is the greatest QB ever!!! Look at the arm. Why didn't we get him seasons ago? Look at the arm,JC,look at the arm (as he demostrates with his arm throwing). All the while holding that betting slip from Harrah's. Then he says with this smile on his face "JC,who should I bet on next week?" Like this game is over. That was the omen and anyway it's our Rams. Namath throw his first interception. TD Bears. Joe Namath throws his 2nd interception, TD Bears. 14-14 game but to my Father it is 22 1/2 to 14 Bears. On the next series, Namath loses yards and the Rams punt and the Bears take a 17-14 lead. Thru all this my Father hasn't said a word. After the Bear's FG, he quietly gets up an goes to his bedroom. On the very next series, Joe Namath throws his third interception and you hear my Dad scream "GET THAT SON OF A BITCH OUT OF THE GAME". In less than 20 minutes, Joe Namath went from the Greatest QB of all time to a son of a unwed mother. Well, that was the last pass Namath ever threw and my Dad stayed on the crap table