As the Rams are a relocated team, I often find if fun to find out how my fellow Rams fans have become enamored with the local 22. Are you a Missouri sports fan who figured, "hey it's one more thing to distract me from my wife?" Are you an LA Rams fan (I know there are a lot) who constantly clamor for the return of Fred Dryer's team? Are you young enough to have never seen the LA Rams? My story after the jump.

I live in Iowa. No, we don't grow potatoes here, we grow corn. And beef. Delicious, delicious beef. Oh and bacon. Basically, if you can find it at a tailgate, we grow it. Yes, little known secret, we grow beer here in Iowa. Be nice and I might send you some seeds.

My tale is a little convoluted, but often told. Usually over beers. It has yet to get me laid, but I keep trying. You'll have to let me know when your eyes  glaze over like Jenny Fakeboobs does. Then I can tighten my game.

When I was around 8 years old, my neighbors were huge Cubs fans. I was asports-I really didn't care, as my parents didn't care. It turns out, I could throw the hell out of a baseball, so everyone in the neighborhood wanted me to be on their team. Long story short, one particular evening I struck out their sons, back to back. They were dicks about it.

This being pre internet, I couldn't type in "Cubs rival". I was up one saturday, and told myself that I would like the next team I saw. Being in the midwest, it isn't a surprise that is was the Cardinals. I became a Cardinals fan.

WTF does this have to do with the Rams? Patience my friends.

More to come, if you like.