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For what it's worth, here is an interesting take from an ex-LA Ram fan that pretty much sums up what a lot of fans felt about Georgia. This is also interesting in that it is from a Whiner board thread from '02 that had some posts by one txramsfan.

My father became a Rams season ticket holder in 1966, but had attended nearly every home game since his USC days (he worked as an usher at the Coliseum 1947-49). I began going to games with him regularly at the age of 7 (1969, Roman Gabriel's MVP year).

We understood the move to Anaheim -- basically the same pig-headed Coliseum Commission as always. Our 50-yard-line seats became 20-yard-line seats (albeit in the front row of the first level, practically on top of the field!) We supported them in good times and bad, bud we always had a bad feeling about "Georgia," especially after John Shaw was brought aboard.

I lost my mother to cancer the morning of January 14, 1990, the day Jim Everett took the phantom fall in the NFC Championship against S.F. The team was never the same after that. Georgia, who hailed from St. Louis, where she began her career as a chorus girl, began to dream out loud of taking "my team" to her hometown (I know, her calling the Rams "my team" made every longtime Ram fan cringe).

Beginning in 1991, the Rams began cutting salaries and rarely, if ever, pursuing important free agents. The team, of course, began to perform poorly, and the boos began to rise at Anaheim. John Robinson went quickly from being kissed by the old hag to being tossed out on his ear. Among the players, only Everett was the object of fans' scorn.

The overwhelming villains were Georgia Frontiere (whose 7th husband, Dominic, was now in jail from tax fraud) and John Shaw, who will be known from hereon out as "Dr. Evil."

Of course, they knew damned well what they were doing. Nobody moves a successful team. She began to pine publicly for St. Louis, and we, rightfully, began to mock her in the form of boos at the stadium. Fans even began to put up banners reistering their disgust (which Georgia's G-men quickly pulled down).

Then, it happened. They left. No one ever called or notified us, the season-ticket holders, of the move. No one, not Georgia, not John Shaw (Carroll Rosenbloom's son, the whiz-kid who helped build the late '70s team, had been canned by Georgia after the old man drowned), EVER contacted us or offered so much as a THANK YOU. I guess Shaw triedtomake some amends right before the 1st St. Louis game by flying four of the watermelon-heads in to attend.

I spent the first year in shock, hoping that it was a mistake: maybe they'll be so bad, they'll move back?

But by the opening of the 1996 season, I knew darn well that I and numerous others had been BETRAYED. From then on I vowed that I would NEVER root for this team as long as Georgia owned it.

So now I even find myself rooting for the Cowboys, ***** and Raiders when they play the Rams. I have nothing against the players. Warner and Faulk are tremendous talents.

But many of us feel like Baltimore did when the Colts left.

I hope they go 0-16.