Growing up, I can't remember ever being so devoted to a sports team that I am to the Tennessee Titans. Sure, I had my collegiate allegiances to my alma maters and the old high school and elementary school spirit, but I haven't had the emotional attachment to any one team. Maybe it was because the closest pro team was hundreds of miles away in Atlanta or St. Louis, or I was always doing other things in the neighborhood, or because it didn't interest me at the time. Whatever the reason, I didn't start following any team until the Houston Oilers packed up and moved to Tennessee. The first few years of their existence, they had no real home field to play in and the underdog mentality was fierce. After building an impressive stadium on the banks of the river I grew up watching as a kid, they had a home and a big following. I remember then that the Titans could do no wrong; the players and coaches alike were celebrities among men and their autographs were highly sought after. Now, many years after the relocation, I feel the ups and downs of any sports fan and it can either bring great excitement or terribly agony after a weekly game. While I can't boast to fans of other sports teams of the Titans' many Super Bowl trophies, the high number of future Hall of Fame inductees, or the division champion banners hanging from the rafters of the stadium, I proudly sport my Titan blue colors whenever I can and will gladly discuss the outcome of any game that might have gone our way.
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