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 betrayed
    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 raped in broad
    daylight...." The old lady pauses, in tears, "... I'll never
    forgive you for moving us to Washington."