gollum
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Do you ever look for signs of things to come? I look for signs in life that others would simply call coincidence.
I first met my future ex-wife in the Fall of 1992. She was coming out of a divorce, had two young daughters, and I thought it best to stay clear as I ddin't want to get mixed up in that. The Cowboys were starting their reign of dominance, having come off of a 11-5 campaign and in the midst of their first of three Super Bowl victories. They compiled seasons of 13-3, 12-4, 12-4, 12-4, and 10-6. No thanks needed for staying away from the future Mrs. Gollum at this time...it was my pleasure.
We were even clipping along at 3-1 in 1997, and then I blew it. I asked the woman of my dreams(didn't know they would be filled with mostly nightmares though) out on a date. Cowboys finish the year 3-9 and out of the playoffs. I should have noticed the signs, but looking back, I misread the tea leaves. I took it to mean that had the Cowboys not been bad that year, I wouldn't have paid attention to the misses, she would have tired of my endless devotion to all things Silver, White and Blue, and went her own way. We had a whirlwind relationship, and were married the next summer.
1998 seemed to breath new life as we rebounded to 10-6, but then yet another sign that something was out of kilter...we lost to the ARIZONA CARDINALS in the first round. Surely this was just a fluke.
And then the other shoe fell...8-8, 5-11, 5-11, 5-11. I take full responsibility for those years...don't blame Gailey or Campo...it was the jinx of Mrs. Gollum.
I knew something was wrong, I just couldn't look myself in the mirror and do what needed to be done...it was time for tough love. 1993, enter Mr. Parcells, and a false sense of hope....10-6 and things are like they should be. I put my foot down in the marriage and said things are going to change.
Then it happened...we lost to Carolina in the playoffs again, just like we had before I met the black cat. The first loss years earlier made me feel as if something was missing in my life...companionship. This loss made me realize something was still missing, but this time it was my sanity. How many times would I have to hear "You love the Cowboys more than me." The response of "No I don't, I've just loved them longer" never seemed to apease her. I perservered too long, took Antonio's jersey in the face with patience one too many times the next year to the tune of 6-10. I knew that while the new chief was in town(me), we would just tread water. I had to rip off the bandaid and let the healing begin.
Two 9-7 campaigns later, I was feeling healed of the dissappointment of the past 7 years. Enter Mr. Phillips...a kinder, gentler chief. I was at peace once more. I'm sorry it took me so long guys to realize the error of my ways.
Now, I have good news and bad news. There is a new potential precious on the horizon. She knew absolutely nothing about football. Didn't even know the difference between baseball and football if you can believe that! I forgive her as American football isn't the national pastime in Mexico(where I'm currently working). She even had two glasses in her kitchen, one of the Buccaneers and the other of the team from D.C. whose name I will not utter here. :skins:
Not to worry fellas...I laid down the ground rules if she wanted to date me.
#1 I Love my Cowboys and on Sundays(or Monday nights or Thursdays), when they are playing, for three hours, my attention is devoted to cheering them on, be it on the couch, or in the stadium.
#2 The :skins: glass had to go. I forgave her as she didn't know the mark of the beast that was corrupting her environment. She's learning though.
That was it...she could have the rest of my time away from work. That's not asking too much is it?
I'm happy to report that she is coming along nicely. She knows who #9, #82, and #81 are by name! She and I attended her first ever American football game (vs St. Louis) this year and even though she had a hangover from Hades, she was a trooper and supported me and OUR team to victory. She asked questions, some that most fans would roll their eyes at, but I am happy to teach her the ways of truth and all about America's Team. The fact that she asks questions means she knows how much this team means to all of us and wants me(and additionally Cowboy Nation) to be happy. When we're happy, our significant others are happy. Even yesterday, she waited for two hours hoping to get an autograph for me when she wasn't even positive the players would be where all the limos were. Talk about loyalty!
She still has a lot to learn, like knowing that Witten will NOT be fined for running toward a touchdown without his helmet because it's dangerous. And that Tony Romo can still perform at Pro Bowl level even though he seems to have taken up an acting career in commercials in the Dallas area. She even told me that she was worried he was spending too much time acting and not enough time practicing...what a girl! Looking out for the team
So, we are 10-1, the signs are good, and with your permission, but with utmost caution for the first hint of bad omen...I will see if this relationship can again bring us glory and #6.
Go Cowboys!
I first met my future ex-wife in the Fall of 1992. She was coming out of a divorce, had two young daughters, and I thought it best to stay clear as I ddin't want to get mixed up in that. The Cowboys were starting their reign of dominance, having come off of a 11-5 campaign and in the midst of their first of three Super Bowl victories. They compiled seasons of 13-3, 12-4, 12-4, 12-4, and 10-6. No thanks needed for staying away from the future Mrs. Gollum at this time...it was my pleasure.
We were even clipping along at 3-1 in 1997, and then I blew it. I asked the woman of my dreams(didn't know they would be filled with mostly nightmares though) out on a date. Cowboys finish the year 3-9 and out of the playoffs. I should have noticed the signs, but looking back, I misread the tea leaves. I took it to mean that had the Cowboys not been bad that year, I wouldn't have paid attention to the misses, she would have tired of my endless devotion to all things Silver, White and Blue, and went her own way. We had a whirlwind relationship, and were married the next summer.
1998 seemed to breath new life as we rebounded to 10-6, but then yet another sign that something was out of kilter...we lost to the ARIZONA CARDINALS in the first round. Surely this was just a fluke.
And then the other shoe fell...8-8, 5-11, 5-11, 5-11. I take full responsibility for those years...don't blame Gailey or Campo...it was the jinx of Mrs. Gollum.
I knew something was wrong, I just couldn't look myself in the mirror and do what needed to be done...it was time for tough love. 1993, enter Mr. Parcells, and a false sense of hope....10-6 and things are like they should be. I put my foot down in the marriage and said things are going to change.
Then it happened...we lost to Carolina in the playoffs again, just like we had before I met the black cat. The first loss years earlier made me feel as if something was missing in my life...companionship. This loss made me realize something was still missing, but this time it was my sanity. How many times would I have to hear "You love the Cowboys more than me." The response of "No I don't, I've just loved them longer" never seemed to apease her. I perservered too long, took Antonio's jersey in the face with patience one too many times the next year to the tune of 6-10. I knew that while the new chief was in town(me), we would just tread water. I had to rip off the bandaid and let the healing begin.
Two 9-7 campaigns later, I was feeling healed of the dissappointment of the past 7 years. Enter Mr. Phillips...a kinder, gentler chief. I was at peace once more. I'm sorry it took me so long guys to realize the error of my ways.
Now, I have good news and bad news. There is a new potential precious on the horizon. She knew absolutely nothing about football. Didn't even know the difference between baseball and football if you can believe that! I forgive her as American football isn't the national pastime in Mexico(where I'm currently working). She even had two glasses in her kitchen, one of the Buccaneers and the other of the team from D.C. whose name I will not utter here. :skins:
Not to worry fellas...I laid down the ground rules if she wanted to date me.
#1 I Love my Cowboys and on Sundays(or Monday nights or Thursdays), when they are playing, for three hours, my attention is devoted to cheering them on, be it on the couch, or in the stadium.
#2 The :skins: glass had to go. I forgave her as she didn't know the mark of the beast that was corrupting her environment. She's learning though.
That was it...she could have the rest of my time away from work. That's not asking too much is it?
I'm happy to report that she is coming along nicely. She knows who #9, #82, and #81 are by name! She and I attended her first ever American football game (vs St. Louis) this year and even though she had a hangover from Hades, she was a trooper and supported me and OUR team to victory. She asked questions, some that most fans would roll their eyes at, but I am happy to teach her the ways of truth and all about America's Team. The fact that she asks questions means she knows how much this team means to all of us and wants me(and additionally Cowboy Nation) to be happy. When we're happy, our significant others are happy. Even yesterday, she waited for two hours hoping to get an autograph for me when she wasn't even positive the players would be where all the limos were. Talk about loyalty!
She still has a lot to learn, like knowing that Witten will NOT be fined for running toward a touchdown without his helmet because it's dangerous. And that Tony Romo can still perform at Pro Bowl level even though he seems to have taken up an acting career in commercials in the Dallas area. She even told me that she was worried he was spending too much time acting and not enough time practicing...what a girl! Looking out for the team
So, we are 10-1, the signs are good, and with your permission, but with utmost caution for the first hint of bad omen...I will see if this relationship can again bring us glory and #6.
Go Cowboys!