Norv Turner had put together the perfect
Redskins team for 97'. The only thing he
was missing was a good quarterback. He
had scouted all the colleges, and even
the high schools and he couldn't find a
ringer quarterback that would ensure a
Superbowl win. Then one night, while
watching CNN, he saw a war zone in
Bosnia. In the background, out of the
corner of his eye, he spotted a young
Bosnian soldier with a truly incredible
arm.

He threw a hand grenade straight into a
15th story window 200 yards away
Ka-boom!!!

He threw another hand grenade into a
group of about 10 soldiers a good 110
yards away Ka-Blooey!!!

A car passes going around 90 mph.
Bulls-Eye! Right into it.

I've got to get this guy, Norv says to
himself, he has a perfect arm! So, he
brings him back to the states and
teaches him the great game of football.
The Redskins went on to win the
Superbowl that year and the young
Bosnian is lionized as the Great Hero of
Superbowl XXXII.

When Norv Turner asked him what he
wanted, all the young man wanted to do
was call his mother.

"Mom", the young man says into the
receiver, "I just won the Superbowl!"

"I don't want to talk to you", the old
woman says. "You deserted us. You are
not my son". "I don't think you
understand, mother," the young man
pleads, "I just won the greatest
sporting event in the world. I'm in the
middle of thousands of adoring fans".

"No, let me tell you", the mother
implores. "At this very moment there
are gunshots all around us. The
neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your
two brothers were beaten within an inch
of their lives last week and this week
your sister was killed in broad
daylight.." The old lady pauses, in
tears, ".. I'll never forgive you for
moving us to Washington".