This one wasn't pretty but it was a highlight of my childhood. We got such a limited number of games on TV back them, and almost no football news on TV, so I still remember being very confused as to how the lowly Buccaneers made it to the NFC championship game.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jow5Fi4sdWs
I was at that game. My Grandfather surprised me with tickets and we went together.
I made my own #1 foam hand. I cut it out of a big piece of foam and I wrote Rams Fan on it. Basically calling myself the #1 Rams Fan.
My Grandmother made me go to church during the Super Bowl after that game. It wasn't even the normal church thing that she went to Sunday mornings... it was some special bullshit at the church in the late day. The preachers wife felt so bad that she would run out of the church every few minutes to her house next door and come back into church and give me the score.
We were winning at halftime and we left church about that time. I got home for the second half were we managed to lose. I swore to my Grandmother that I would never go to church during a Ram game when I became old enough to decide for myself. Imagine that after just having been to that NFC Championship in person right before. It was torture.