I’m a Ravens fan. As you can see. I’ve had that jersey since 2002, so you can’t claim I’m just jumping on a Super Bowl Champion bandwagon.
Why, you may wonder, when I’ve lived in Illinois, Ohio, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Florida, Virginia, and Indiana– but never Maryland– would I be a Ravens fan?
Well, let’s go back in time to the year 1999, shall we? I was but a baby then. My husband– who was my boyfriend at the time– loved to watch football. I didn’t get it. And, if you don’t get it? Football is a very L O N G game.
I asked him to teach me. And he did! I also decided it would be fun if I had my own team to cheer for. I didn’t feel like choosing a Florida team, even though that’s where we lived.
“Who are those guys in purple?” I asked.
“They would be the Ravens,” he replied, with a crooked grin.
And a Ravens fan I became. I am, indeed, that girl who chose a team because of their uniforms. Go ahead– judge away. I care not. Ha!
We even went to a Ravens game for our first wedding anniversary– it was super fun! They played the Cincinnati Bengals. The Ravens won and I was glad at the time.
But now? Even though I’m a Ravens fan, I’d probably cheer for Cincinnati. Because, somehow, even though he’s lived in Virginia, Indiana, and Connecticut– but never Ohio–, my little guy has turned into a Bengals fan…
Wonder how that happened.