I tried to play peanut league baseball (where I can remember losing every game, some with scores such as 19-2). I wasn't good at sports. But I wanted to be.
My dad was a baseball fan. He took me to a San Francisco Giants game and an Oakland A's game.
On television I watched Joe Montana and then Steve Young become idols for the San Francisco 49ers.
My grandma and aunt both lived in Colorado. Sometimes they would give me presents that reflected where they lived, who they rooted for. The likes of another idol, John Elway.
Not being married to one regional sports team, I proudly wore my Broncos attire lovingly given to my by my Colorado family.
The thing I want people to understand is that I was a Broncos fan before being a fan was cool.
I wore the attire of the Orange Crush before Elway led the Broncos to back to back SuperBowls.
I'm the one on the left.
Love the stance, don't you?
It says, I am too cool for my own good.
Third graders RULE!
And the rolled up cuffs on the jeans? Klassy!
I wonder what happened to the neighbor girl on the right?
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