jday
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I feel like the next line of the gif you used should be: Get me a sandwich, STAT!
Serious question, Risen: Why are you still a Cowboys fan? I'm not saying you are not a fan and I'm not attempting to suggest I am a better fan. And I'm not about to tell you to be a fan of another team. I have not appointed myself commissioner of the Cowboys fan club, so please understand this is not me challenging your fanship. But as much as you hate everything about the Cowboys from the fo, to the coaches to the QB, I for the life of me can't figure out what there is left that you enjoy about being a fan of this particular team.I can't take much more luck.
Called this in the game day thread.
Saw JPP do this too.
Those guys are just waiting for us to go empty set to pin their ears back.
Our success rate in that formation cannot be good.
Serious question, Risen: Why are you still a Cowboys fan? I'm not saying you are not a fan and I'm not attempting to suggest I am a better fan. And I'm not about to tell you to be a fan of another team. I have not appointed myself commissioner of the Cowboys fan club, so please understand this is not me challenging your fanship. But as much as you hate everything about the Cowboys from the fo, to the coaches to the QB, I for the life of me can't figure out what there is left that you enjoy about being a fan of this particular team.
Again, this not a challenge or a directive to go away...for the most part I enjoy your dark sense of humor, regardless of whether or not I agree with your take. But at times, you simply appear to be miserable as a fan of the Cowboys....I'm just not sure why you continue to subject yourself to that misery. It just seems like your fanship is a labor of hate...and that can't be good for your overall health.
I liked Free, but at this stage I'll take Collins. Let's hope he pans out cuz Cooper is doing well at LG
Wow...my perspective is the polar opposite of yours. I'm not blind to this franchises warts, but I do think they are the closest to being that team of 20 years ago that they have been in 20 years. The defense is certainly a work in progress, but, hey, for the first time since Ware was in his prime, we do have a pass rush...so that's nice. And the offense is clearly dominant, though, without Zeke we are about to find out how dominant they really are and if Dak is who I think he is.I am miserable as a Cowboys fan.
It's almost like they aren't what they used to be and haven't been for like,....let me make up a number here,...say 20 years.
20. Years. There are people driving on our roads who weren't alive when the Cowboys were a great franchise.
It affects my mood.
He lives in Philly.Serious question, Risen: Why are you still a Cowboys fan? I'm not saying you are not a fan and I'm not attempting to suggest I am a better fan. And I'm not about to tell you to be a fan of another team. I have not appointed myself commissioner of the Cowboys fan club, so please understand this is not me challenging your fanship. But as much as you hate everything about the Cowboys from the fo, to the coaches to the QB, I for the life of me can't figure out what there is left that you enjoy about being a fan of this particular team.
Again, this not a challenge or a directive to go away...for the most part I enjoy your dark sense of humor, regardless of whether or not I agree with your take. But at times, you simply appear to be miserable as a fan of the Cowboys....I'm just not sure why you continue to subject yourself to that misery. It just seems like your fanship is a labor of hate...and that can't be good for your overall health.
I was aware of everything but him living in Philly...and that single-handedly explains everything.He lives in Philly.
He loves Wentz.
He hates Dak.
He hates Jerry, Stephen, Garrett and McClay.
He hates many other Cowboys players.
I think about the 20 year drought, but before I feel miserable, I think about my buddy whose a life long Lions fan. And then there's the Cleveland Browns...I am miserable as a Cowboys fan.
It's almost like they aren't what they used to be and haven't been for like,....let me make up a number here,...say 20 years.
20. Years. There are people driving on our roads who weren't alive when the Cowboys were a great franchise.
It affects my mood.
Serious question, Risen: Why are you still a Cowboys fan? I'm not saying you are not a fan and I'm not attempting to suggest I am a better fan. And I'm not about to tell you to be a fan of another team. I have not appointed myself commissioner of the Cowboys fan club, so please understand this is not me challenging your fanship. But as much as you hate everything about the Cowboys from the fo, to the coaches to the QB, I for the life of me can't figure out what there is left that you enjoy about being a fan of this particular team.
Again, this not a challenge or a directive to go away...for the most part I enjoy your dark sense of humor, regardless of whether or not I agree with your take. But at times, you simply appear to be miserable as a fan of the Cowboys....I'm just not sure why you continue to subject yourself to that misery. It just seems like your fanship is a labor of hate...and that can't be good for your overall health.
I was aware of everything but him living in Philly...and that single-handedly explains everything.
I think about the 20 year drought, but before I feel miserable, I think about my buddy whose a life long Lions fan. And then there's the Cleveland Browns...
Kinda feel sorry for you now.I am miserable as a Cowboys fan.
It's almost like they aren't what they used to be and haven't been for like,....let me make up a number here,...say 20 years.
20. Years. There are people driving on our roads who weren't alive when the Cowboys were a great franchise.
It affects my mood.
It's like being married to somebody who you've raised a family with but don't really like. You've got a dead bedroom and it's been 20 years since your last action. Your kids are grown up and have their own gold jackets and HoF memberships. They don't need you anymore. The foster kids you don't really like. Your neighbor has a hot wife that kind of does it for you, but at the same time you can't really stand her. But she's so hot. But she doesn't like you. You'd leave if you could, but you've invested all that time, are old and bald and fat yourself, and anybody else you're likely to hit it off with is going to have issues of her own. Yes, those are mom-jeans she's wearing. You're afraid of being alone. It gets to the point that even the things your wife does right, you hate on principle. Why should she be happy when I'm so miserable?
So you don't leave. You get older, and grouchier, and complain about the same things that are never going to change--expecting them to get better. Gradually, it dawns on you that nothing is ever going to improve. Teams are still going to value CBs. Fans still like long-shots, and, shockingly, some of them are going to hit now and then. You have two options, quit, or die. Quitting isn't even really an option because you're stubborn, and death won't come soon enough. So you sit around, barking and biting and yelling at everything that moves on the off chance they don't know how much you hate the way things are. Wondering what it's like for people in happy marriages but secretly resenting them for the simpletons they clearly are.
It's like being married to somebody who you've raised a family with but don't really like. You've got a dead bedroom and it's been 20 years since your last action. Your kids are grown up and have their own gold jackets and HoF memberships. They don't need you anymore. The foster kids you don't really like. Your neighbor has a hot wife that kind of does it for you, but at the same time you can't really stand her. But she's so hot. But she doesn't like you. You'd leave if you could, but you've invested all that time, are old and bald and fat yourself, and anybody else you're likely to hit it off with is going to have issues of her own. Yes, those are mom-jeans she's wearing. You're afraid of being alone. It gets to the point that even the things your wife does right, you hate on principle. Why should she be happy when I'm so miserable?
So you don't leave. You get older, and grouchier, and complain about the same things that are never going to change--expecting them to get better. Gradually, it dawns on you that nothing is ever going to improve. Teams are still going to value CBs. Fans still like long-shots, and, shockingly, some of them are going to hit now and then. You have two options, quit, or die. Quitting isn't even really an option because you're stubborn, and death won't come soon enough. So you sit around, barking and biting and yelling at everything that moves on the off chance they don't know how much you hate the way things are. Wondering what it's like for people in happy marriages but secretly resenting them for the simpletons they clearly are.
The thing is, in that story, I'm the neighbor with the hot wife. Other people don't really like her, because they don't get to sleep with her.It's like being married to somebody who you've raised a family with but don't really like. You've got a dead bedroom and it's been 20 years since your last action. Your kids are grown up and have their own gold jackets and HoF memberships. They don't need you anymore. The foster kids you don't really like. Your neighbor has a hot wife that kind of does it for you, but at the same time you can't really stand her. But she's so hot. But she doesn't like you. You'd leave if you could, but you've invested all that time, are old and bald and fat yourself, and anybody else you're likely to hit it off with is going to have issues of her own. Yes, those are mom-jeans she's wearing. You're afraid of being alone. It gets to the point that even the things your wife does right, you hate on principle. Why should she be happy when I'm so miserable?
So you don't leave. You get older, and grouchier, and complain about the same things that are never going to change--expecting them to get better. Gradually, it dawns on you that nothing is ever going to improve. Teams are still going to value CBs. Fans still like long-shots, and, shockingly, some of them are going to hit now and then. You have two options, quit, or die. Quitting isn't even really an option because you're stubborn, and death won't come soon enough. So you sit around, barking and biting and yelling at everything that moves on the off chance they don't know how much you hate the way things are. Wondering what it's like for people in happy marriages but secretly resenting them for the simpletons they clearly are.