You’ve heard it a million times: “It was better when I was growing up”. In many ways throwback football jerseys represent the NFL at its more fan friendly era.

Due to the 24 hour ESPN, bandar judi online Network, and sports talk radio shows that need to talk about something to fill those hours up, it seems as if football has become some long drawn-out soap opera, that runs parallel with American Idol.

When exactly did this happen? When did we start to care so much about who Tony Romo was dating that it requires 2 hours of pre game interviews? When did Terell Owens doing push-ups on his driveway constitute anything that a football fan cared about?

As somebody who hit puberty in the early 90s (not that long ago) I don’t remember ever seeing this kind of interest in third-rate entertainment as it is today.

This is why throwback football jerseys seem to hold a special place in my heart. These jerseys represent a part of time when fans adored the player wearing the jersey because of what he did on the football field. It wasn’t based on how much money the player made or because of the constant, self-promotional attention that they desperately crave.

To be perfectly honest, we didn’t know much about the athlete. We didn’t know who Barry Sanders agent was or who Troy Aikman was dating? It really didn’t matter. There was an essence of mystery about them. You saw them for 3 hours and the next time you saw them was in the following week’s game. That’s it! We didn’t know anything about their lives, and we didn’t wasn’t to.

That’s why I always get a kick out of somebody wearing a John Elway or Dan Marino throwback football jersey. It takes me back to a different time when the game seemed purer.

How about seeing one of those old hideous Tampa Bay Buccaneers orange jerseys? They were a horrible team and they had the jerseys to match. It was somewhat poetic.

Or what about those old teal Houston Oiler jerseys? Nothing says old-school like wearing one of those jerseys preferably with the name of Campbell or Moon on the back.