The year, 1982. The dominant football team, Washington Redskins. With Joe Theisman as the leader and John Riggins behind him and Art Monk in front of him, the skins squashed any team they faced. The bold decals on each helmet proclaiming Redskins and the fearless look in each players eyes, the Redskins knew they were destined for the Superbowl. As they faced the Dallas Cowboys in a game of the century in the Conference Championship, they destroyed the lone star found on each helmet of their opponent. It seemed all my family and friends had jumped on the bandwagon. Not that we have any ties to the Redskins, but they all were fans.
I didn't want to jump on the bandwagon. I silently thought how it would be great if the underdog stomped the favorite team in my world and won. I watched as my team, the Miami Dolphins lost to the great and mighty Redskins. As the game played out in Pasadena, I became a football fan in Phoenix. The Miami Dolphins became my team. Two years later, I was overjoyed when my team again made it to the Superbowl under the leadership of Dan Marino. As the Miami Dolphins faced San Francisco, another quarterback was leading the niners. It was a showdown, Marino against Montana, in the niners backyard. Although the Dolphins lost again, I had found my team.
I have been a Dolphins fan since I was ten years old. I will never forget the feeling of being let down by their losses, but I will also never forget the feeling of pride for not following the bandwagon. While the Cardinals have moved to Arizona many years ago, and I do support my hometown team, the child in me still loves the Dolphins!