I love telling this story, even if it is a bit unremarkable. The first football game I remember watching on TV was the Broncos-Falcons Super Bowl. I was eight years old, and this was must-see-TV. You see, every idiot at my school was a Broncos fan. All the kids I didn't like, the vice-principal, it was John Elway this, John Elway that, Broncos, Broncos Broncos. So, Go Falcons. Well, didn't go so well. I'm not a Falcons fan to this day because they lost that Super Bowl. Sweet.
And another great thing happened that day. I fell in love with the sport of football. The action, the hits, the passes, even the drama of Elway's last game. I started playing the video games and learned the rules. I played the sport with friends. But I was still boy without team.
Fast forward to the fall season the following year where I'm currently enrolled in the 4th grade at EG Ross Elementary whose mascot happens to be the RAMS. One day, I walk up to my father, who is kind of.. a cranky guy, and mention that we have an upcoming 'spirit day' at our school, and they'll be asking us to wear attire adorned in our school colors
blue and yellow. My father didn't seem to acknowledge what I had said, and instead pointed out a small paragraph in the newspaper he was reading. It was an article noting the surprise Rams. I thought it was very cool the underdog Rams were so good. On top of that, they had the same name and team colors as my school! (To a nine year old, this is big.)
A week later, my grumpy old man had a gift for me. A blue and yellow Marshall Faulk 28 jersey. I'm a fan ever since. Rams win the Super Bowl that season. Two of those idiot Broncos fans ended up in the 5th grade class the next year... And they're still my friends to this day. But the stage was set for a Monday Night Football matchup... And I still love reminding them of what happened.