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Super Bowl 2013: Wednesday is special for Rams fans

Today is an important day in history, a very important day.

Celebrate. The Super Bowl is Sunday, so what better time to share your favorite Championship memory. Because this site is dedicated to the St. Louis Rams, I'm assuming that your favorite Super Bowl memory traces back to Jan. 30, 2000. You do know what happened that day, don't you?

Of course you do. That's the day the St. Louis Rams, the Greatest Show on Turf, won the Super Bowl, the last time the franchise hoisted the Lombardi Trophy.

The most iconic image from that game is the picture above, relayed here via the Rams' Twitter account (thus giving us fair use in the eyes of the NFL's legal team!). The Tackle. When Mike Jones' last-minute heroics stopped Kevin Dyson and preserved the Rams championship. It's been immortalized over and over again.

Jones wasn't the only hero that day. Kurt Warner threw for two touchdowns and 414 yards. Marshall Faulk caught five passes for 90 yards, but was limited by the Titans defense to just 17 yards on 10 carries. Really. Isaac Bruce and Torry Holt combined for 271 receiving yards, and each of them caught a touchdown pass from Warner.

It's been a long drought for the Rams since then. I could go on, like I usually do, about the overwhelming neglect that made the Rams a footnote for the better part of the years since then. But the simple fact is that Super Bowl wins, especially in the age of parity, are tough to come by. It takes more than luck to win the Lombardi Trophy, but you need a little of that on your side too.

The real lesson here is one about savoring memories like this. As fans, we think that we're entitled to a Super Bowl win each and every season. That's exactly what we should be thinking as fans, even if we know that it's just not very realistic. Hopefully, that's not the last Rams Super Bowl memory I'll have. Either way, the image of Jones wrapped around Dyson and the ball a good foot from the goal line is emblazoned into my conscious, a memory that will never leave me, something I'll always cherish and a poignant reminder of why we do all this rootin' and hollerin' in the first place.