The day we drafted Emmitt Smith. I was surprised the Cowboys landed him. I remember watching the draft over a friend's house (because he had ESPN, and I didn't) and felt we were headed in the right direction.
The only Cowboys game I saw was in Atlanta at the erstwhile, now-demolished Fulton County Stadium, hoping Emmitt would rush for 1,000 yards on the season and the Cowboys would win and make the playoffs. Alas, Babe Laufenberg was the quarterback, and we lost the game. But I knew good times were coming.
The 92 season was the high point for me, though.
Loved the 70s, especially when the Cowboys drafted Tony Dorsett and I became a Cowboy. But ... the 90s were the glory days. We were kings!