My name is Jeanne. I am a recent college graduate. There’s nothing wholly remarkable about me unless you take into consideration that I am a (ohmygod) girl who can spew out random Jaguar special teams factoids. And that in itself becomes a whole lot less remarkable when you realize I have a tendency to have a crush on kickers. I honestly have no excuse for that though. Perhaps my mother smoked while I was in the womb.

However, the fact that I am a recent college graduate really is a representation of the Jaguar fan base. I remember when my mom was driving me home from school when WAPE announced that Jacksonville was getting an NFL team. I am pretty sure I knew the Jaguars before I had a full grasp on my multiplication tables. To further that point, I remember making anti-Titan paraphernalia in my Home Economics class in middle school. That was an actual assignment given to the class. There is a point here, though. I am not taking you through this long paragraph just so you can hear my life story. I am some one who grew up not remember a time when the Jaguars weren’t in Jacksonville. And I am only 22.