Yesterday it was Keelan Cole’s big catch against the Pittsburgh Steelers in the 2017 AFC Divisional game.
Today? Beating the original Cleveland Browns in their last game ever.
I remember watching this game on an old television that only got the game because of some rabbit ears antennae on the top. It had a dial that only went to, like, 16 or something on the right hand side because when this particular television was made 16 channels was all that could be imagined.
I sat at our dining room table which had a clear line of sight — 30 or 40 feet away — to this television. The static would come from the top.
There wasn’t much time before my parents would drag us to Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd near Five Points for our annual visit (and my first communion with actual wine, I remember this) so I had to savor every minute I could. Luckily, my step-father was a bigger football fan than I was so we got to watch until the final second ticked off the clock.
My mother turned off the television before the announcers were done listing off faceless production guys or wishing us a postgame merry Christmas.
The expansion Jaguars finished their season on a high note — a 24-21 victory over a hapless Browns team that was scheduled to move and had only scored this many points three times that season.
I remember the AFC Central. God, I miss that division. I’m going to be that grandfather who reminisces about the AFC Central like old men now tell me about AAFC Championship titles and the “good ol’ days”.
I remember Vaughn Dunbar not running worth a damn but Mark Brunell being my favorite player. I remember one of my favorite names as a young kid — Keith Goganious — intercepting a Vinny Testaverde pass, mostly because the name Keith Goganious was hilarious to a 10-year-old. I remember Willie Jackson.
Who knew that a year from this moment I’d be watching that same television hoping against hope that Morten Andersen would miss a layup of a field goal to send me spiraling into a fandom for this team? If Andersen makes that kick, where would this franchise be?
But I digress.
We all knew the 1995 team was awful. We knew it. And yet they were the most exciting four win team I’ve ever watched. Part of that is probably nostalgia. Part of it was the shiny, new car smell of an expansion NFL franchise in my own backyard.
And part of it was the fact that the original Browns, a storied franchise inseparable from NFL lore, should have won their final game ever. Cleveland fans who hadn’t seen a playoff team since the 80’s should have gone out on a high note.
But they didn’t.
Send us your favorite moments and we’ll dig into each one until the Jaguars kick off on September 8th — including whatever video, audio, or stories we can find.