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What will you remember about the 2014 season?

With a rookie franchise quarterback, a trio of potentially dangerous rookie receivers, and a hard-working defense, the Jacksonville Jaguars are a memorable team... as far as 3-13 teams go.

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There's a lot I'll remember about the Jacksonville Jaguars in 2014.

I watched the team celebrate its 21st birthday against the New York Giants by rallying for the biggest comeback victory in franchise history, Sen'Derrick Marks' gave the nation the most appropriate money dance of all time, and Blake Bortles made his first NFL start against the San Diego Chargers.

But before all of that, my enduring memory of 2014 will be when EverBank Field pretty much Rudy'd our rookie quarterback into the first game of his career.

Down 20-0 in the second quarter, we'd had enough of Chad Henne. Except for a first half against the Philadelphia Eagles that you can't prove wasn't some lucid dream, he was horrendous and our offense was following his lead.

With a little more than seven minutes left in the first half of our Week 3 home opener against the Indianapolis Colts, you started to hear people chanting for Bortles. How could you blame us? The hopeful unknown was better than this evidenced failure. The chants became louder and louder.

My wife, who was attending her very first Jaguars game, turned to me and said:

"This is like that movie Rudy."

And it was. Just a few minutes later, the chants that had begun in the Bold City Brigade section had spread like wildfire across the stadium. This was no longer a few impassioned fans. This was Duval's collective voice to head coach Gus Bradley, imploring him to give us something better.

The chants could even be heard on the CBS broadcast.

As halftime came and went, we saw Bortles jog out onto the field, helmet on, warming up with the starters. Henne was on the sidelines. Goosebumps. Elation. Thunderous applause.

The game ended in a 44-17 loss, but Bortles was good. He scrambled, he threw on the run, he made plays that we hadn't seen in years. It was hope, finally.

After the game, we got into the car, and my wife, who had never experienced a Jaguars game, but described it as one of the most emotionally draining days of her life, turned to me and asked:

"Y'all have to do this every week?"

I corrected her. We get to do this every week.