This story is all per my dad who tragically passed away at age 56. When I was super young, like 4, I was doing my coloring book. It was a picture of a star and I colored it in navy blue. That same day Dallas was playing, and I made some child connection between what I colored and what I saw on tv. My dad always told me I became a Cowboys fan that day and I was always extra excited when they were on TV. All my baby photos I'm wearing Eagles gear (we live in the burbs right outside Philly), so he certainly was hoping I'd become a Eagles fan like him.
Why did I have to color a star blue that day. What an awful, awful choice I made. I hate their fans just as much if not more than anyone based on the abuse I've received my whole life from them, but their team is always in contention. RIP dad, you tried