Actually in 1991, a few months after Super Bowl XXV, while assigned to our mission in Peru when that country was almost overthrown by terrorists, I was confronted by two men dressed in black with ski masks and machine guns pointed right at me. Turns out they were undercover police, but my last thought before they identified themselves was "God, I only wanted to see Buffalo win a Super Bowl before I die." Imagine the frustration the next 3 years. And the last 13!