Went to Atlanta for SB 28 - didnt have tickets initially and stayed with a friend who lived there. Went to the stadium well before game and couldn't find any tickets- and my friend got screwed by a "broker" and never got his tickets. Before kickoff we went to a big Bills bar in the area and they were filled you couldn't get in - so all the overflow went to this townie bar next door who from the looks of it wasn't even aware the SB was going on. Will never forget the optimism at halftime - and then the sickening feeling when Thurman fumbled. I remember, a few beers in, staring at the pitcher on our table and all the SB disappointments welling up and fighting the overwhelming urge to throw it against the wall. Still amazed I didn't chuck that damn pitcher.