Growing up in Silver Spring, MD I was a initally a skins fan like the rest of the family. One Sunday the skins were playing the Cowboys (I must have been about 4 years old) and I saw Tony Dorsett (it must have been his 1st or 2nd season with the team) whip through the Skins D for a long run. I was amazed by his speed and grace and instantly decided any team that guy played for I was cheering for. Plus they had cool helmets that just signified greatness in my young mind (A star! How great is that to a little kid?)
I knew was a fan when I discovered how upsetting a defeat was. By 6 years old I was living and dying with each game I could see on TV and checking box scores when games weren't on TV. I was always near tears (and actually broked down and cried in '81 w/the stupid catch and again when the Skins beat us in the NFC championship game in '83? Those loses were tough on a nine year old) when they lost games.