It took a while for Joe Namath to cool down after leading the New York Jets to the most unforeseen Super Bowl victory in NFL history. The regular observer with any skin in the game imagined a genuine giddiness coming from No. 12. Knocking off the big bad Baltimore Colts while shoving it in the faces of 99 percent of football people should produce something that can’t fall short of pure ecstasy.
Right?
Wrong.
Instead of the ultimate celebration, Namath greeted his boyhood hero, Johnny Unitas, only to glide off the field with the No.