This is for me only, not to the person that started this thread. What works for him, works for him.
Let me preface this by saying I am a serious sports fan. Not as bad as I was in my 20s, but for me, its serious stuff. My oldest daughter is the all time leader in points scored at her HS in basketball, boy or girl. She would have started on the varsity team around here when she was in the 7th grade. She got that way from me coaching her. She never played a single game of Golf, basketball or softball at the JV or Frosh level. She was a 4 year starter and all conference player and league mvp. She played both college basketball and softball at the d2 level. She tied an NCAA record hitting 4 HRs in a single game..... all of that was because I was her coach from age 1 month....lol
I coached HS and club softball for 20 years, it dominated my life. I am now done coaching. <y point... sports and competition are in my blood. You come over for a barbecue, Im kicking your butt in corn hole. We play clue, I have strategies to kick your arse in that also... my wife wont even play with me.
We have a lot in common
@Reid1boys , and thanks for giving me an opportunity to brag on my girls and explain how I deal with the Cowboys.
My oldest won the Pony Nationals as a 12 year old, she played 3rd base and had many outstanding plays in the field during the finals. She also went 3 for 3 with 2 doubles, with 3 RBI's in the 5-3 win in the final. She played on a travel team that played all over the country, from Colorado to New York. She had many scholarship offers, but she wanted to be an RN and the amount of study that went with the career would never have worked with playing ball. Oddly, several of her friends went on to play college ball and most ended up hating it.
My youngest set the county (large county) for 3 pointers as a freshman. That record still stands today. As a 14 year old, she received 13 letters of interest from colleges, including 2 D1 schools. It's funny because the letters started pouring in after she hit 9 threes in a college showcase tourney. She also won the Virginia state free throw title as a 10 year old. It came down to her and one other girl in a playoff. They both hit 4 out of 5 twice, so it came down to a third time. She went first and hit all 5, never even touching the rim. (I know this sounds like a lie,but it's the truth). The other girl was so deflated, she missed the first one. She also played at the national level from Oklahoma to Rhode Island. I have always taken a lot of pride in her shooting because I taught her how to. Sadly, (for me) she burned out from all the traveling and practicing when she was 16. I always told them both that when it wasn't fun anymore they should stop. I agreed with her with a smile on my face, but I was crushed inside. The joy I felt watching my girls play was finally over.
If people knew what kind of money I spend all those years on bats, gloves, shoes, travel, etc. a lot would call me a fool. When my oldest really got serious playing we actually turned our mortgage into interest-only for about 5 years to make sure we had enough to live comfortably. As the years went on and we both got promotions, it became easier to pay for it all. I don't regret the money for one second, the memories I have still play through my head daily.
Now on to the topic. Because of all the travel, years went by where I didn't see a single Cowboys game live. At first it drove me crazy and I carried a small radio for updates on the games. It got easier as the years went on, but I still taped every game on my VCR so I could watch when I got home. Then on one Monday night we were up on the Skins 13-0 in the 4th and Moss caught to long bombs to beat us. I was still awake at 2 AM with my heart beating 150 a minute. I had to get up for work at 5. I realized the players were out having a good time and I was laying there miserable over the loss. That's when I have my epiphany, it was stupid to get so emotionally invested in a game. Since then, I will occasionally yell at the TV, but I can walk away and not give it a second thought. I still love the Cowboys, but whatever happens, I have no control over.
I am really sorry for this long message, and for those who made it this far, thank you. When I have a chance to talk about my girls I cannot shut up. Those were the happiest days of my life.