FOOTBALL from Page 12 My bookie, Dr. Intensity (not his real name), is an odd one as book makers go. He’s usually brooding over the Wall Street Journal or on the phone trying to close a deal on a new Chrysler when I stop over on money day. Bookmaking is of secondary interest to him, really catering to a small clientele of regu - lars. And he books none of this other fluff, such as basketball. Only football, which brings us back to Monday night and the Rams. I’ve found that it’s more com forting, for me at least, to watch a game that I have money on in a bar. Not just a place where you can get a drink, but a BAR, filled with blue collar drunks and hapless Monday night gamblers like myself. For some reason, I always seem to feel more in control of a game when I am in this sort of environment, and Barry’s Bar and Grill suited my viewing needs nicely for the sec ond half. L.A. had squandered several opportunities to put the affair out of reach in the first half with offen sive penalties and turnovers. The 3 1/2 spread fell in and out of jeop ardy throughout the second half as the two teams traded field goals until the fourth quarter. 10-6 Rams, 10-9 Rams, and then finally the Bills did something they hadn’t been able to do for 3 1/2 quarters -- sustain a drive for a touchdown, makingthescore: Bills 16, Rams 13. L.A. had 2:23 remaining, the fT rr football and a major offensive < threat in Jim Everett. There still was I hope. I bore down on another i Miller Genuine Draft in an effort to ; steady my nerves. But the Rams 1 were stopped four straight times, < andBuffalotookoverondowns.lt < was time to leave, with a reminder of what I’d always known - book ies cannot be beaten. / only can describe my exuberance as being like some sort of twisted re ligious enlighten ment when Everett lofted a 78-yard pass to wide re ceiver Willie An derson, who scur ried the rest of the way to the end zone to give LA. an apparent vic tory. But winning isn't everything you also have to cover the spread. I was stopped at a red light at 17th and O streets when the an noying voice of Brent Musburger :rackled through my car speaker. A 'umble. Buffalo, attempting to run >ut the clock, had given the ball to i careless Thurman Thomas who eft the ball laying on the wet turf of Orchard Park. Here was another :hance, a rare thing for gamblers. I only can describe my exuber ance as bein^ like some sort of twisted religious enlightenment when Everett lofted a 78-yard pass to wide receiver Willie Anderson, who scurried the rest of the way to the end zone to give L. A. an appar ent victory. But winning isn’t eve rything - you also have to cover the spread. The Rams did, with the bare foot of Mike Lansford making good on the extra point. I barreled my Chevy into the closest handicap stall of my local liquor store, decid ing to make the switch from Miller to Heineken. I was in the checkout line think ing about designer suits and I.R.A.’s when, looking up at the black and white screen in the cor ner of the room, I saw a hideous mirage. Buffalo, with just 20 sec onds left in the game, somehow l i j • -_ .1 n nn -A 1:—.^ uauuuv^.11 iw iiit ixain L4.-yaiu wux.. A quick screen pass to Thurman Thomas turned into a 14-yard gain when a would-be tackier, in an effort to make the play, staggered and fell down like some lost wino. Madness. With 16 seconds left, quarterback Frank Reich again hit Thomas, this time for an 8-yard touchdown that sealed my doom. I took back the Heineken, opt ing instead for Black Label. SUNDAY FOOTBALL OLD STYLE PITCHER $2.00 HOTDOGS 25c (DURING GAME ONLY) OPEN SUNDAYS Suite 9 Lounge 2137 Cornhusker HEY PUMPKIN HEAD, COME SEE US FOR YOUR HALLOWEEN THREADS! Second Uiind Vintage Clothing and Collectables 720 "O" Street (Under the Viaduct) fm Hi > )t I |H %■ - } 1 III__I EHBH IBHi;