Tass
Lucky Devil
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I figured what better place to share it, right? I'm in a composition course and the professor wants us to keep sharp by freewriting about whatever we want...so I wrote this:
When I see that blue star on the silver background I have a visceral reaction. I feel pride, happiness, excitement and love. My mom is from Dallas and she raised me to love the Cowboys. Even though I grew up in Australia where we were not able to watch American football games, my mother made sure that I was well steeped in all things Cowboy.
The first live Cowboys game I ever got to watch was the Super Bowl victory against the Denver Broncos. Wow…what a way to be introduced to the team I was raised to love. My family was finally moving back to the United States and me, my mother and my sister all left Australia before my dad did. While we waited for dad we stayed with my grandma and grandpa in Dallas. So not only was it my first game, it was a Super Bowl win in the Cowboys’ hometown! That experience cemented my Cowboys fanaticism for as long as my rear-end looks south. Nothing will change it; not a losing season, not a snake oil salesman of an owner, not the hate and negativity from non-fans…nothing. When something is so deeply ingrained in your psyche it just IS. To try and deny my identification with the Dallas team would be like trying to deny my given name. It just is not possible…and I’m fine with that.
When I see that blue star on the silver background I have a visceral reaction. I feel pride, happiness, excitement and love. My mom is from Dallas and she raised me to love the Cowboys. Even though I grew up in Australia where we were not able to watch American football games, my mother made sure that I was well steeped in all things Cowboy.
The first live Cowboys game I ever got to watch was the Super Bowl victory against the Denver Broncos. Wow…what a way to be introduced to the team I was raised to love. My family was finally moving back to the United States and me, my mother and my sister all left Australia before my dad did. While we waited for dad we stayed with my grandma and grandpa in Dallas. So not only was it my first game, it was a Super Bowl win in the Cowboys’ hometown! That experience cemented my Cowboys fanaticism for as long as my rear-end looks south. Nothing will change it; not a losing season, not a snake oil salesman of an owner, not the hate and negativity from non-fans…nothing. When something is so deeply ingrained in your psyche it just IS. To try and deny my identification with the Dallas team would be like trying to deny my given name. It just is not possible…and I’m fine with that.