I hate bad beat stories, so I tell this as more of a humorous tale as opposed to a woe is me sort of thing.
The year was 2003. I was betting sports pretty heavy back then, and would somehow find the most painful ways to lose games. I mean 5 or 6 team parlays that would lose on the last play of the last game type of shit on the regular. As we all know, that shit wears on you over time.
So I felt very strongly about a certain game... Jacksonville -3 vs New Orleans. At the time Jacksonville was actually pretty good, and they were playing really strong D. New Orleans had been playing like shit. Plus, they had Aaron Brooks, who IMO sucked. I felt -3 was practically a lock...
Come game time, Jacksonville dominated pretty much the entire game. Fred Taylor ran for almost 200 yards, yet they could never pull away enough to feel very comfortable. That was until 7 seconds left in the game with New Orleans on their own 20 with no time outs. Game over. High fiving friends... Feeling good!!!!
Then this happened...
If this miracle wasn't bad enough, Jay Carney, who hadn't missed an extra point since 1997, missed that extra point to completely fuck me. I could have still had a chance to win, or at least push.
I still remember that shit like it was yesterday.