My father made the mistake of taking me to my first football game, in 1971, at the Orange Bowl. A lifelong Giants fan (and a very close friend to Andy Robustelli), he regretted it until the day he died. They beat the Cincinnati Bengals that day, and went on to the Super Bowl. They got CRUSHED by the Cowboys, but that didn't matter.
The fact that they were up and coming, along with my liking their colors, killed me for life. There were some great years, particularly 72 & 73, but then things went south for awhile (pun intended).
Then came Marino. When EVERY week was fun. FUN!!!!
Then, well... (sniff), not so much.
But I still dig their colors.