Exactly. I remember having no anxiety while watching that game from a ski lodge in Mammoth Lakes, California. My buddies all wondered why I wanted to skip the morning on the slopes to watch the game. It seemed like more of a curiosity then anything else. The years preceding had been filled with such hit and miss results, but mostly some pretty hard-to-swallow misses. The Super Bowl seemed like a game that 'other' teams got to play in. There was no way little Buffalo would ever ascend to that level. When the game was over, and we had lost, in what I recall as a pretty uneventful affair, I remember saying "Oh well, that figures." Then fast forward and 51-3 happened and the impossible was suddenly....possible!