I can only make a guess from a clinical standpoint.
But after the head injury occurred and I was between Cowboys Heaven and life (such as it is) I think the Cowboys pulled me through. Them and "Cops" filmed on location with the men and women of law enforcement.
I would see the nurse's eye look into the peephole to see if I needed more of that meducation. If I was feeling hostile they'd bring in their gorilla unit, two big guys and a svelte nurse to do the injecting.... boy was I a rebel. My head injury gave me the strength of two Gurodes and two of Wade Phillips' kids.
But, when they let me have a TV and got to watch the Cowboys and news about the Cowboys I found myself getting better and better.
One day a panel of meducal experts axed me if I could function outside the walls of that place.
I tolt them I could not only function but one day, when they were getting in their car or turning off the sprinklers at night they would turn and see me standing there, functioning alright and mad for the shick they put me through.
Well, for that they kept me 3 more months for more metal plate therapy and counseling and made me see the Ludovico therapy tape, which they administered between bites of succulent steak as my reward.
But back to my premise of cowboys being good for you.
When they proclamed me cured, I not only had a head plate that I could crush walnuts against I also had an appreciation for being at peace with my fellow man and loving the Cowboys even more -- if that is possible.
Now the only people I hate wear green jacks with eagles or dark blue with New Yawk. And them stupid raiders fans who think they are all tough and all but I could make them cry if I really wanted to.
Yes, the Cowboys are gud for depression even when Wade Phillips is on the sidelines!