Ah yes, St. Louis. Then again, ah yes, Los Angeles. One is a new flame, the other, sadly jilted, is still suffering from mild cases of melancholy (which means love pangs with a twist of sullen-ness).

I've been to the edge, and there I stood and looked down. Lost a lot of friends there...back in Los Angeles. I was born there, no apologies, and my team was from there, too. Guess who. Rams, baby, all the way.

But then came the new lover for my beautiful franchise, and her name was...Louis? A Saint, too, and she took away my team. She loved my Rams, too, showed up and cheered like a princess for her knight. And was rewarded with the golden crown called Lombardi. A good marriage, apparently, my Rams, and Louis the Saint.

Now the talk of my Rams returning back to Los Angeles, and all those there who love the team, is mounting once again. Talk talk talk. But the potential, I guess, is still there for the return to LA LA. Only in dreams and movies do such things happen, right? Don't know.

It doesn't really matter anymore. Those of us who survived the original sin (the move), have learned to appreciate St. Louis. We've met new kindred brothers and sisters in or from St. Louis, all with love for my love. Life has gone forward. And I've learned to appreciate the history and its participants (fans included).

What does all this mean? Follow after the jump.

The world has changed since Los Angeles held the Rams franchise. Teams move, change their names, they hurt fans, build new ones, and so on.

It seems to me that there really is no sense of team like once-upon-a-time. There is, however, a sense of allegiance to other things, like a Dad who took his kid to a game and made a life-long memory, or a fan's appreciation of a certain player, time, or season. These things stay with us no matter the moves, trades, or changes, because the part we truly hold dear is the memories of people, times, and winning.

Does it matter who gets the Rams? No, only how they treat the franchise. Because after all is said and done, I don't control the team. I only control my love for it.

Sharing that with you all has been a lot of fun for me. Even if you're all a bunch of knuckle-dragging football geniuses with six packs and deer rifles. And that's just the ladies.

The gentlemen of the bunch, well...let's just say Kurt Warner needs to lay hands on us all for our inner demons and debaucheries. Specifically Knoxfan. Or 3k. Or Douglas. Or Van Bibber - aka VanRam. He only changed his handle after that incident in Kansas City a while back. They should be giving his license and wonder doll back to him soon :)

Knoxfan, on the other hand, has 12 more months of ankle bracelet and urine testing before he sees sunlight.

Best thing about being a fan of the Rams is the people. And I mean that sincerely. I poke fun because it IS fun, hanging out (electronically) with the likes of such notorious scallywags and ne'er-do-wells. But it doesn't matter to me where you call home, or where our team calls home. I just want to relive the best, with the best fans.

Have a good, fun weekend brothers.

Be safe, it's a jungle out there.