The only thing he was missing was a good quarterback.

He had scouted all the colleges, and even the high schools and he could not find a ringer quarterback that would ensure a Superbowl win.

One night,watching CNN, he saw a war zone in Bosnia.

In the backgroud, 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-boom!

A car passes going about 90 miles and hour--bulls-eye! Right into the barely open car window.

"I've got to get this guy", Al says to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So...

He brings this kid to the states and teaches him the great game of football.

Predictably, the young man breaks all the NFL records for completed passes, and the Raiders go on to win the Superbowl.

The young Bosnian is lionized as the Great Hero of Superbowl XXXI, and when Al asks him what he wants, all the young man wants to do is to call his mother.

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

"I don't want to talk to you!," the old woman says. "You deserted us! You're not my son!"

"I do not 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 2 brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and this week your sister was raped in broad daylight".

The old woman pauses in tears. "...I'll never forgive you for moving us to Oakland".