Greater Nashville area.
The story on how I became a Miami fan isn't as interesting as my Uncle's.
Growing up he and my other uncle were die hard Dolphins fans. Absolutely loved Marino. For Christmas one year, they told their Mom (my Grandmother) that all they wanted was Miami apparel.
Bright eyed and eager to get their hands on their new Dan Marino jersey, they simultaneously opened gift after gift— becoming more disgruntled with each unveiling—comprised of nothing but Miami HURRICANES related clothing and accessories.
In an attempt to stay positive and not hurt their Mother's feelings, they decided they would give college football, and the Miami Hurricanes a chance.
They were hooked. They became 'he' around 2005, when one of my uncles grew less and less interested the more clear it became that Miami was on a decline. Then marriage sealed the deal.
My other Uncle—who gets all the credit for making me a fan— have watched every game together, dating back to the 27-24 win against FSU in 2000. (I was 9)
To this day, he still wonders if the innocent mistake his Mom made Christmas shopping was a blessing, or a curse. A feeling all of us Miami fans more than likely quibble with from time to time.
I'm just glad I'm not a Vol