I was 8 years old. I didn't know much about football, just that my dad force fed me the Cowgirls for as much of my childhood as I can remember. He told me the NFL was adding teams and that it was a good time for me to pick my own team. I didn't grow up in Texas like he did so I had no real connection to those Cowboys from the 90s. I was torn between picking the Panthers or the Jaguars as 'my' team. I liked the Panthers color scheme more but I decided since I was a Floridian now no longer a military kid going to be forced to move away I would be a Jaguar fan.
It was kinda cool. A team to call my own.
I wouldn't really get obsessed with football until my teen years. But I remember the 96 Cinderella year and by the time 99 rolled around I had the jackets and hats and the hatred for the tacks.

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