A reminder of what being a Cowboy fan is all about

[Hawkeye19]

Great story.

I saw that game.

Moose.

He is now the GM here of the San Antonio Commanders in the new football league.

I really enjoy him alot.

Again..thank for adding.

My pleasure. Appreciate you starting the thread. We love football because it is something we love to watch with the people we love, eating the foods we love, and it becomes a life rhythm we love and look forward to every fall.

 

[Jake]

Yes.

I realize now how privileged I have been.

My nephew now handles the seats for us and I get up on Thanksgiving for that game.

But now he and his son and wife go and the tradition goes on..

very sorry to hear your story.

That had to have been very hard for you and your mom.

Obviously you are here with us as a fan now.

Glad you made it.

Thanx.

I had a great aunt living in Garland in the 70s. My grandparents took me there on a road trip 3 times that decade. First time my granddad surprised me with a tour of Texas Stadium, pretty cool since he liked the Steelers and Commanders (Sammy Baugh was his guy and we lived near Pittsburgh). The second time there I met Staubach and others at an event at the Towne East Mall in Mesquite, TX. Roger being from my native Ohio (Cincinnati) was cool to me as well.

It's funny how I remember those things but couldn't tell you what I had for lunch last Thursday.

 

[Blackrain]

My dad left to seek his fortune when I was a year old and I lived with my mom and grandparents . My uncle and grandfather always liked the Cowboys and especially Tom Landry so I became a fan even though I lived in the heart of Eagles country .

Lucky for me my best friends dad had season tickets for the Eagles and they would take me to the Cowboys game every year at the old Vets Stadium which was a rough place to be a Cowboys fan even if you were a kid . Grown men would heckle and throw stuff at me .

Nothing swayed my rabid fandom as I read everything I could on the Cowboys and watched every game on TV that was broadcasted . One special game comes to mind . Cowboys were playing the John Brodie led 49ers in the playoffs in the early 70s . We were down Craig Morton was QB and not playing well .

I was beyond upset to the point my mom shut the TV off and removed the knobs . I quickly ran to the basement and secured a pair of needle nose pliers got the TV back on and locked the door .
Then as the tears dried on my face an NFL God appeared in the form of Roger Staubach and led my Cowboys back from what looked to be an impossible situation with TD passes to Billy Parks and Ron Sellers . This took my fandom to another level and Roger was my hero from then on .

The 70s Cowboys will always be special IMO Tom and Roger were an impossible act to follow.

 

[RodeoJake]

I posted this in another thread but thought it wise to repost it in its own thread.

I have been a very long time fan of this team for over 50 yesrs..

My family has had season tickets since the Cotton Bowl days before they were winners.

We still have them at ATT.

My dad was a huge football fan.

He was in the FBI for 30+ years and was stationed in Washington DC.

He went to all the Commanders games in the 40s-60s.

When he retired to Dallas and we moved..

One of the first things he did was buy season tickets to the Cowboys.

Every Sunday..we went as a family to the games.

Mom made lunch and we lugged a cooler to the games and we ate and drank.

No prohibition against bring stuff to the games then.

After years of supporting the team..

from the Cotton Bowl to Texas Stadium we were there.

One day..

back when the Cowboys were winning SBs under Johnson in the 90s..

my dad had a stroke and was in the hospital.

Emmitt Smith was holding out and the Cowboys had lost their first 2 games that season.

My dad asked on his death bed if Emmitt had resigned?

I told him he had and was playing on Sunday,.

He was happy.

He had another stroke that night and passed.

I got to the hospital and stood over him crying and said..

"Dad, we were supposed to watch the game together today.."

I watched that game on Sunday and people were arriving and expressing their condolences.

They saw me in the den watching and came in and asked if I was Ok.

I said..

"One of the last things he said was he wanted to watch this game together. So we are. Have a seat..".

I had about 10 people off and on watching and we won the game. I smiled as they did the post game interview with Emmitt knowing Dad was pleased.

Being a Cowboy fan comforted me a lot in a time being very depressed and angry. I was mad becuz I felt the hospital had not responded quickly enough to help him at the time and I had read the nurses station the riot act about it.

Watching the game calmed me.

So when I post..it comes from the heart about how this team has been a part of my life it seems like forever.

I read posters getting all worked up with this and the other topics. I think they miss the whole point of being a fan.

It's more about enjoying the moment and off loading the real stresses of life thru the team.

Hope that works for you guys.

Thank for your time.

Love to hear anybody else with a good Cowboy story to share.

Later.

Heartwarming post, partner. I truly enjoy hearing stories of wonderful father son relationships. I never had that.

I've been a cowboy fan for over 50 years myself. Enjoyed Dandy Don at the helm and Roger the Dodger was amazing to watch. Garrison running over people as a FB, (It's a crime he ain't in the ring of honor) TD darting through the line as quick as a cat. Landry on the sideline, fedora on his head and a stoic expression on his face. Too Tall, Manster and Too Short Martin destroying QBs. Waters and Harris destroying receivers. Those were the days.

 

[Montanalo]

Great story, Redball, appreciate your sharing with like-minded Cowboy fans.

For as long as I remember, my dad was a Cowboy fan. Although we moved several times as a kid, we always followed the 'Boys. One of my fondest memories of my father was watching him watch a Cowboy game. He was pretty laid-back, but could get really animated watching the Cowboys, especially when they played the Commanders.

At some critical point in the game, he would turn to me and say, "get the phone, son, I need to talk to coach Landry". He would go through the motion of talking to Landry about some play or player. I was so proud that my dad knew coach Landry.

My dad passed away 10 year's ago this month. He knew it was his time - he battled cancer for several years. After the normal sort of "goodbyes" to the family, he turned to me and said, "It's time for me to see coach Landry". We hadn't watched a game together in years, but he still remembered.

 

[DallasEast]

Thank you for sharing your story, Redball. Any long time fan will have several, but not many have your story. I tried to bond with daddy through the Cowboys, but he had no use for a girl that threw herself on the bed and bawled her eyes out after a loss. I now save the crying for when a beloved member of the team uses the word "meritocracy" or retires. In 2015, I'd gone through the loss of my father, fiancé and then both my dogs. I was devastate after having to put my last baby down right before Thanksgiving. On Thanksgiving day I sat and cried at my TV when a show about pet adoption came on. After that, I decided to adopt and yet no one locally would bother to respond to my requests. I thought Dallas has to have plenty of dogs for adoption and it's not that much of a drive, so I applied on line. The lady saw my request and that I live in Louisiana. She shrugged and was ready to file me away when her eyes caught this:

I know I live deep in Saints territory, but I promise to raise my pet as a devout Cowboys fan.

She loved it and decided to give me a chance. She said the pup I was applying for had another from the same facility and would I consider taking two. I was thrilled. I offered to come get them, but she wanted to bring them to me. She also paid the adoption fee on both. I don't know how old they are, but they'd never had a name so I named them Bailey and Beasley. I know it's a peculiar story, but that's how it happened.

As a fellow Cowboys fan living in Louisiana, I give this post an A-1 rating.

 

[Redball Express]

Heartwarming post, partner. I truly enjoy hearing stories of wonderful father son relationships. I never had that.

I've been a cowboy fan for over 50 years myself. Enjoyed Dandy Don at the helm and Roger the Dodger was amazing to watch. Garrison running over people as a FB, (It's a crime he ain't in the ring of honor) TD darting through the line as quick as a cat. Landry on the sideline, fedora on his head and a stoic expression on his face. Too Tall, Manster and Too Short Martin destroying QBs. Waters and Harris destroying receivers. Those were the days.

Nice Jake.

What I feel sorry for is the fans who have not experienced this team play like that.

The 90's is even getting hazy..right?

Hoping and wishing for more memorable times with these guys.

Thank for sharing.

 

[Redball Express]

My pleasure. Appreciate you starting the thread. We love football because it is something we love to watch with the people we love, eating the foods we love, and it becomes a life rhythm we love and look forward to every fall.

Ain't that the truth.

What is really fun is to see the nephews and nieces grow up in the Cowboy Culture and start listening to us talk around tables and talk old times.

Then they want their hats and T-shirts, too.

Hooked like a fish.

 

[SoupcanSam]

My dad was a Browns fan and ran off with a cashier when I was 5. He never took me to a Cowboys game.

Every experience is different.

The **** browns fans do!

 

[Redball Express]

Great story, Redball, appreciate your sharing with like-minded Cowboy fans.

For as long as I remember, my dad was a Cowboy fan. Although we moved several times as a kid, we always followed the 'Boys. One of my fondest memories of my father was watching him watch a Cowboy game. He was pretty laid-back, but could get really animated watching the Cowboys, especially when they played the Commanders.

At some critical point in the game, he would turn to me and say, "get the phone, son, I need to talk to coach Landry". He would go through the motion of talking to Landry about some play or player. I was so proud that my dad knew coach Landry.

My dad passed away 10 year's ago this month. He knew it was his time - he battled cancer for several years. After the normal sort of "goodbyes" to the family, he turned to me and said, "It's time for me to see coach Landry". We hadn't watched a game together in years, but he still remembered.

Oh brother..

that was a great image of your dad.

My dad was always slamming the refs as for the other team no matter the call.

Nothing changes except these refs today are so confused with their rules it's become a game within a game and we have no idea if we are watching the same game they see.

 

[Redball Express]

As a fellow Cowboys fan living in Louisiana, I give this post an A-1 rating.

Where in Louisiana?

I grew up for awhile in NO.

Loved it there.

Benja donuts baby..

did I spell that right?

And Budah sausage.

DID I spell that right?

And Yuban coffee.

Could smell it in my neighborhood every morning going to school.

I may not spell Cajun well but I know what it is and what it tastes like.

Oh..

and red beans and rice.

Heaven.

 

[Redball Express]

My dad left to seek his fortune when I was a year old and I lived with my mom and grandparents . My uncle and grandfather always liked the Cowboys and especially Tom Landry so I became a fan even though I lived in the heart of Eagles country .

Lucky for me my best friends dad had season tickets for the Eagles and they would take me to the Cowboys game every year at the old Vets Stadium which was a rough place to be a Cowboys fan even if you were a kid . Grown men would heckle and throw stuff at me .

Nothing swayed my rabid fandom as I read everything I could on the Cowboys and watched every game on TV that was broadcasted . One special game comes to mind . Cowboys were playing the John Brodie led 49ers in the playoffs in the early 70s . We were down Craig Morton was QB and not playing well .

I was beyond upset to the point my mom shut the TV off and removed the knobs . I quickly ran to the basement and secured a pair of needle nose pliers got the TV back on and locked the door .
Then as the tears dried on my face an NFL God appeared in the form of Roger Staubach and led my Cowboys back from what looked to be an impossible situation with TD passes to Billy Parks and Ron Sellers . This took my fandom to another level and Roger was my hero from then on .

The 70s Cowboys will always be special IMO Tom and Roger were an impossible act to follow.

Great story.

Very pleased to hear all this stuff.

I remember that game vividly.

I was working in Palm Beach, Florida for Mass Mutual Insurance and Ron Sellers worked in the office.

What a great guy.

He had a bunch of his pics on the wall in his office.

He was the leading salesman in the agency and we talked football all the time. I believe he went to FSU in college.

Tall skinny dude with hands twice my size.

Thank for the post.

 

[RodeoJake]

Nice Jake.

What I feel sorry for is the fans who have not experienced this team play like that.

The 90's is even getting hazy..right?

Hoping and wishing for more memorable times with these guys.

Thank for sharing.

Partner, you nailed it. The 90s is fading. Not many remember the real smashmouth of the 60s and 70s. Many fans these days would cringe at the violence of the sport back then. As tough as guys like Haley, Spepo, Moose and Woody were, they weren't as mean as the old Doomsday squads and our nasty Olinemen. Different rules for a different era. I wish fans of the 90s to the present coulda seen Garrison. He was the epitome of a tough Cowboy on and off the field.

 

[Redball Express]

I had a great aunt living in Garland in the 70s. My grandparents took me there on a road trip 3 times that decade. First time my granddad surprised me with a tour of Texas Stadium, pretty cool since he liked the Steelers and Commanders (Sammy Baugh was his guy and we lived near Pittsburgh). The second time there I met Staubach and others at an event at the Towne East Mall in Mesquite, TX. Roger being from my native Ohio (Cincinnati) was cool to me as well.

It's funny how I remember those things but couldn't tell you what I had for lunch last Thursday.

About the memory..

Jake it's old age and the meds, bro.

Don't worry..

we will order lunch for you.

Cheeseburger cheeseburger..chips..pepsi..no coke.

 

[Diehardblues]

I posted this in another thread but thought it wise to repost it in its own thread.

I have been a very long time fan of this team for over 50 yesrs..

My family has had season tickets since the Cotton Bowl days before they were winners.

We still have them at ATT.

My dad was a huge football fan.

He was in the FBI for 30+ years and was stationed in Washington DC.

He went to all the Commanders games in the 40s-60s.

When he retired to Dallas and we moved..

One of the first things he did was buy season tickets to the Cowboys.

Every Sunday..we went as a family to the games.

Mom made lunch and we lugged a cooler to the games and we ate and drank.

No prohibition against bring stuff to the games then.

After years of supporting the team..

from the Cotton Bowl to Texas Stadium we were there.

One day..

back when the Cowboys were winning SBs under Johnson in the 90s..

my dad had a stroke and was in the hospital.

Emmitt Smith was holding out and the Cowboys had lost their first 2 games that season.

My dad asked on his death bed if Emmitt had resigned?

I told him he had and was playing on Sunday,.

He was happy.

He had another stroke that night and passed.

I got to the hospital and stood over him crying and said..

"Dad, we were supposed to watch the game together today.."

I watched that game on Sunday and people were arriving and expressing their condolences.

They saw me in the den watching and came in and asked if I was Ok.

I said..

"One of the last things he said was he wanted to watch this game together. So we are. Have a seat..".

I had about 10 people off and on watching and we won the game. I smiled as they did the post game interview with Emmitt knowing Dad was pleased.

Being a Cowboy fan comforted me a lot in a time being very depressed and angry. I was mad becuz I felt the hospital had not responded quickly enough to help him at the time and I had read the nurses station the riot act about it.

Watching the game calmed me.

So when I post..it comes from the heart about how this team has been a part of my life it seems like forever.

I read posters getting all worked up with this and the other topics. I think they miss the whole point of being a fan.

It's more about enjoying the moment and off loading the real stresses of life thru the team.

Hope that works for you guys.

Thank for your time.

Love to hear anybody else with a good Cowboy story to share.

Later.

Good story Redball. After my father died in 1988 I dove into the Cowboys more by beginning to travel with the team. I bought my first season tickets in 1989 which were better seats than Dad had when he passed.

I certainly missed my favorite sports companion who’d been taking me to games since my earliest childhood memories in the 60’s. It helped fill the void as my brother and best friend begin attending with me. My best friend who was also my next door neighbor growing up began traveling with on road games. His father and uncle also had season tickets.

It was my season tickets that made a big impression on my soon to be wife and her father. Attending Cowboy games was a way of life 4 months out of the year. We planned our lives around it.

My avatar is a pic of my father. My business associate, mentor and favorite sports fan.

 

[Jake]

The **** browns fans do!

First time I saw the Cowboys play live was a MNF game in Cleveland in 1979. A guy who worked with my mom was taking his kids and his wife didn't want to go so he offered it - they were Browns fans. It was wild - 80,000 people in old Municipal Stadium but it wasn't the Cowboys night. Three early turnovers, including a pick six, had Dallas down 20-0 before you knew it. Cleveland won, 26-7.

 

[Redball Express]

Partner, you nailed it. The 90s is fading. Not many remember the real smashmouth of the 60s and 70s. Many fans these days would cringe at the violence of the sport back then. As tough as guys like Haley, Spepo, Moose and Woody were, they weren't as mean as the old Doomsday squads and our nasty Olinemen. Different rules for a different era. I wish fans of the 90s to the present coulda seen Garrison. He was the epitome of a tough Cowboy on and off the field.

Yep.

Walt ran the screen better than anybody I ever saw.

 

[RodeoJake]

Yep.

Walt ran the screen better than anybody I ever saw.

And he was a vicious blocker and runner.

 

[Redball Express]

First time I saw the Cowboys play live was a MNF game in Cleveland in 1979. A guy who worked with my mom was taking his kids and his wife didn't want to go so he offered it - they were Browns fans. It was wild - 80,000 people in old Municipal Stadium but it wasn't the Cowboys night. Three early turnovers, including a pick six, had Dallas down 20-0 before you knew it. Cleveland won, 26-7.

For years Cleveland had our number.

Hated the old Browns..

Jim Brown

Collins

Kelly..

Frank Ryan the QB..

they would embarrass us.

 

[Redball Express]

Good story Redball. After my father died in 1988 I dove into the Cowboys more by beginning to travel with the team. I bought my first season tickets in 1989 which were better seats than Dad had when he passed.

I certainly missed my favorite sports companion who’d been taking me to games since my earliest childhood memories in the 60’s. It helped fill the void as my brother and best friend begin attending with me. My best friend who was also my next door neighbor growing up began traveling with on road games. His father and uncle also had season tickets.

It was my season tickets that made a big impression on my soon to be wife and her father. Attending Cowboy games was a way of life 4 months out of the year. We planned our lives around it.

My avatar is a pic of my father. My business associate, mentor and favorite sports fan.

He looks scary.

Great story.

Yeah..

Dad's.

Lucky to have so close with him.

Listen..

anymore when I look in the mirror to shave..

I see Dad.

As a kid I would watch him shave and be mezmerized.

Then the smell of the Aqua Velva..

and the Old Spice.

And the taking a swig of Geritol.