My dad took me to a an L.A. Rams game when I was 4 (1970), and I went to at least one game every year, but was never a season ticket holder. We moved to Anaheim from Lynwood when I was 10, don't think my mom ever knew why we moved to Anaheim...I figured it out. I haven't been to a game since they moved...don't get me started on why and how they moved, it's still a sore subject. Some of my best memories from being a kid was wrestling with my dad on the floor on weekends, about the only time that I saw him, because he worked so much, watching Rams games on Sundays, and UCLA on Saturdays.
I never missed watching a game that was televised, and I am one of Directv's oldest customers, specifically because of my beloved Rams. Pops, also took me to Kings, and Laker games too. Later in life we never missed a Rams or Lakers game, watching them together until he contracted cancer and died, way too soon after he retired. We had plans on going and seeing a Rams game in St. Louis. I was a third generation football player, my son a fourth, and I hope he has a boy so that tradition continues. My whole body is thrashed, have ripped a hammy completely in half, and cracked a vertebra in my lower back, playing football. I have had two spinal fusions (neck and lower back) with extra parts added. I don't care, the memories I forged from playing, coaching, and scouting are still some of the top memories that I have. Wouldn't change it.
I have a lot of passion for the Rams, and the memories they have given me, and I am on the edge of my seat, because pretty soon, this team will be special again.