There is another scenario. As a young kid, my first love was the Dodgers, when I lived in NJ. Then they moved to L.A. Being a National League fan and having no team to root for, I listed to Vinnie's feed back East.
When the Mets were born, I became a red-hot fan.
Thirty-three years ago, when I moved to Phoenix, I went to Phoenix Giants/Firebirds games, but could never root for the Giants. So, once again, I listened to Vinnie's feeds of Dodgers games.
Then the D'backs were born and I became a red-hot fan.
But you never forget your first love. Mine was the Dodgers when I was 11.
Ironically, when I was 18, I met my real first love, but I went away to school and we drifted apart. And my life went on.
But two years ago we hooked up on Facebook (we're 2400 miles apart) and she and I email as friends just about every night. Just as I check the Dodgers box score every day.
Yup, you never forget your first love(s).