At the point when the game was tied 20-20 I stopped by a random Orange County bar I'd never been to before, walk in just in time to see TB score to make it 27-20.
I'm thinking "!@#$!!!"
Then I see the owner behind the bar is wearing a Bills shirt; I order a beer and we chat about where we grew up. It felt like a sign from above, and though it was totally irrational, I just knew some way, some how we'd pull out the W.
I'm not at all superstitious, but that was weird.