After two days with no luck, Super Bowl Sunday had arrived. We decided to make one last-ditch effort, and drove to the team hotel. We even made a little sign that read "Just drove from Baltimore, Need 2 PLEASE." We hung out in the hotel lobby for several hours before literally getting "kicked to the curb." The lobby was so packed that everyone who was not a guest of the hotel was ushered out. We stood outside the hotel for another hour or so, and just as we were about to give up (around 2 p.m. or so) a man came out, with a stack of tickets in his hand. He looked at us and said "How many do you need?" I was speechless, my heart stopped, could this be happening? I fumbled for my wallet and uttered "Just two." That man, as I would later find out, was [Ravens senior vice presidend of public and community relations] Kevin Byrne. I hugged him, his wife, and his son, and told his son "Your father is a great man!" As we left the hotel we were offered thousands of dollars for our tickets, for which we had just paid $325 each (face value). Were we going to sell our tickets ... NGATA CHANCE! We drove to the stadium and the rest, as they say, is history!