(01-21-2013 12:58 AM)Templar Wrote:  I watched my first Falcons game, against the Cowboys in the playoffs. One of my friends, who, looking back was a bit of a bully, was a die hard Cowboys fan and I was sick of the damn Cowboys. So I was pulling for the Falcons.

The Falcons blew a big fourth quarter lead, and broke my heart. Thirty two years later, I find that I'm still waiting for them to win that game, and I find that my beloved birds just can't seem to hold it together.

This year was the best Falcons team I've witnessed play the game in those years, including the 98 team. I'll never give up on them. I'll die a fan, but sometimes I wonder if I'll die with them never having overcome that ghost from that first game.

My friend the Cowboys fan grew up, got into drugs and died from it three years ago.

I'm clean, working on a masters degree, happily married to a great woman.

I wouldn't trade that for those trophies his team has won, but damn it sure would be nice to see just one Lombardi in Arthur Blanks office before my time comes.