I remember this well. I was at the Barbary Coast sportsbook in Las Vegas. Canes were favored by 7.5 points. I didn't play the game. My friend who worked next door at the beverage department of Flamingo Hilton was a degenerate gambler called Miami Donny. He had finished his shift for the day and well into his own drink allotment. Donny loves to bet one game heavily per day, generally an underdog.
"That's a sporty team to give 7 and a half points at home." Donny repeated that type of thing over and over again, between sips and during sips. I tried to talk him out of it, and so did another friend. Our rationale was that Miami was giving Notre Dame 4 points on the road just a month or so earlier in the famous game, and now a far inferior team in LSU was receiving just a handful of points more. Couldn't be good value.
Donny seemed willing to listen until the spread bumped to Canes -8, just before kickoff. That did it. He wobbled to the window and took LSU.
Donny was mumbling to himself quickly as the game got underway. At least he didn't kid himself very long. He wandered away before the first quarter finished and we didn't see him again that night.
I didn't take advantage of that rout but it did set up a value wager the following week. Suddenly the Canes shot up to -17 hosting a very talented Arkansas team. Major overreaction. I had the points and it worked out perfectly, with Miami eeking out the victory but never threatening to cover.