I was born in Lincoln, and I'm still here.
I remember being emotionally tied to winning/losing at a really young age. I loved my team, and loved that they were in my home town.
Watching Cory Schlesinger rumble into the end zone for our first title of my lifetime was one of the greatest moments of my life. I'll never forget that feeling. In the fourth quarter, when we were down, I came upstairs all depressed. Thought sure we were gonna lose, and I was ranting. My mom, probably not even looking up from her cross-stitching (as she only listened to games on the radio back then - said watching made her too nervous) said, "Don't be a fickle fan."
lol. Cool story, right?