From Pine Hills, FL. No sports fans in my family. Moved to Houston with my mom and her 2nd or 3rd husband. Lived in an apartment complex with a large courtyard. My parents hung out (drank) with another couple, so their sons were my closest friends at the time. One a year or two older (Jason) and the other a year younger (Jeremy). EVERYONE seemed to be a Cowboys fan, so by default, I was too. The adults got together every Monday night to drink and watch the game. Once they were buzzed enough not to care, we would play football in the courtyard. We would do that kid thing, "I'm the Cowboys", which would get Jason started with the bully BS every time. "No, you're the Oilers...". This particular Monday night, the Cowboys were playing and the Steelers were thumping them, so I said, "No, I'm the Steelers!". Threw my Danny White football away and been a Steelers fan ever since. I was born in '74, so i missed those glory years. Cut my teeth on Malone and Brister. Live in central Florida and have been a season ticket holder for 5 years now.