Forgive me if this letter doesn't reach you in a timely fashion. Heck, I can't get a letter delivered around the block in less than 4 days, so I'm sure the postman will have a time trying to find your current address. Anyhow, I'm sure you know, this is, well, 9/11, and I'm guessing you're all sittin' around the cave, passing the bong smokin' the finest camel dung and reliving your glory days. But I'd like to pass on some info you may not have taken note of. We played football today. We played football in New york, we played football in Washington. Devastated New Orleans sent their team to Carolina. We removed our hats and placed our hands over heavy hearts, remembering those we lost 4 years ago, we paid tribute to those men and women over there looking for your sorry arse. We tossed cash into the boots of the firemen that stood outside stadium gates, we beamed college and NFL games around the world for our servicemen to enjoy. We drank beer, lit grills and barbequed, argued football, painted our bodies in team colors. We even watched America's Team win their opening game. We don't do this because we've forgotten you. We do this in spite of you. We do this to honor all those we have lost, and those who have lost all. Because the American way is, well, the way dude. And while you may have changed a small portion of our skyline, this way will go on. Go Cowboys. Mods, place where you'd like.