My Dad had been an Arizona Cardinals season ticket holder since the day they moved from St. Louis until the day I went to college. I remember sitting in Sun Devil Stadium in triple degree weather watching my Cardinals get pounded year after year. Watching the Cowboys come in and annihilate us as the stadium was 75% Cowboys fans.

Before this year we only had one winning season. I remember when we beat the Cowboys at home that year. None of the fans knew what to do. We actually rushed the field and tore down the goal posts. This is an occurrence that should only take place if you are a drunken coed and your school has just defeated its rival.

What I am getting at is that the Cardinals are just awful, pitiful, and historically the laughing stock of the NFL, if not all of sports but love them. So, when we finally had a chance to host the NFC Championship Game you better believe my dad and I were going. It didn't matter that he just got laid off and I have not found a full time job in this rough economy. This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and it lived up to everything that I hoped for.

As the clock ran out and I turned to my dad we were both already tearing up. The Cardinals had just punched their tickets to the Super Bowl. We hugged and jumped up and down. We acted like a couple of 12 year old girls in 1999 at a Backstreet Boys Concert.

Instantly all the memories of my dad and I going to every football game came rushing back to me. I remembered not being tall enough to see over the people in front of me so I had to stand on the seats. I could clearly recall the game against the Packers when my dad taught me that 10 yards equals a first down. (A new guy named Favre was starting at QB for Green Bay.) I looked to the left and saw a father and son hugging and then I turned to my dad and lost it. Maybe I care about football too much, but anything that brings a father and son this close is special thing.

GO CARDS!!!

Read the rest of my NFC Championship Game experience at my blog,