I've missed 5 games since 1995, I am 27 yrs. old, and have been absolutely in love with my jags from the second Boyz to Men sang the anthem at that oilers game oh so long ago. I still remember being 11 yrs. old walking out the ramps after we beat the Steelers and getting Goosebumps from the sheer pandemonium and chants of hey good bye, I the ramps rumbling with the roars, that was the first of many post game traffic jam celebration's on the way out. I say with no shame a tear is in my eye as I recount this memory as only an 11 yr. old could experience it. As my face was planted in my dad's lap to hide tears, and MS Ann(shout to sec 106 row j) patted my head, and the nfls greatest kicker lined up for a chip shot to crush our magical run from 4-7 to what until that moment what seemed sure to be an unlikely playoff berth. I then peaked out slowly as mort took his steps, the stadium was silent, but I felt something I swear to this day I knew it before his foot hit the ball,3 people saw me jump up before it was off the ground. Then in the slowest greatest moments in my short life happened like a Baywatch bikini jog - I watched eyes wide and heart pounding as the ball sailed wide. I then locked eyes with my father in an unspoken un forgettable rare "this one's for the the grandkids" father son moments.as if scripted we said in one united voice HE MISSED IT! We embraced, my mom and sister hugged, ms ann jumps on my parents, by the end sections were embraced in utter joy as I watched mark Brunel with helmet in hand looked like he was doing snow angels in the air,, I saw tony, jimmy, and from that moment on we became a one. One Teal and Black nation. I know you all remember 3am 40 thousand fans shouting duuuval that was heard in Denver.
I know for all you fans that were in your 30's and 40'smight very well have for just a week believed in miracles with Dave widell. But when those magical times will always be magical through the eyes of an 11 yr. old, the belief in miracles never dies, and will live on through the fathers and sons that will experience magic of their own. Just as the sox fans, the cubs, Steelers packers, Yankees, etc. I also truly believe this town has football in its blood. We have a a half million million people here who have never stepped foot on any college campus but live and die gators. We won't be in the mold of the chargers, Seahawks, or Falcons. I foresee real tradition being built here.
This is how it works, the first jaguar fans that witness the magic , at an age when magic and football were one in the same are coming up on 30 starting families, and I promise you it is a love, a real connection and die hard devotion that will put this franchise on our shoulders! Mark my words in 20 yrs. this cities fans will be looked at no different than Steelers, Giants, Eagles, and Browns. Dog pound who? heard of the North end one. I am jaguars football screamin duuuval after Denver, tears after titans, and fingers crossed for bliss with Blaine. They call me EC Duval and this is the first entry of what I hope will be a place where all my Generation Jaguar kids to share their stories of glory and Goosebumps. Tales of heartbreaks ,and those weeks of weeping. But most of all, lets show this town, and national media, who has no clue that this team will have a waiting list years long for season tickets in 15 yrs. LA are you HEARING me, It's our time, 1-5 oh well, we going in the right direction, We must sell out Monday night, we must not waiver, and we will bring the magic back to the next generation and J vile will again BELIEVE IN MIRACLES- EC DUUUVAL
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