[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Let me set the scene for you here…
It's one of those rare N. Texas winter days, when it's not only bitterly cold but wet and with a brutal wind whipping out of the North.
I'm 19 and wake up knowing I have tickets to the final home game of the 79 season.
The phone rousts me out of bed around noon and I tell my friend Jeff Clayton "Dude, it's too freakin' cold to go to a basically meaningless football game today, let's watch it on TV". Jeff replies with "Dude… Captain America's last home game and your gonna miss it!?!?!" (yea, yea... shut-up. it was the 70's. we said "dude" a lot!)
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I could never repay Jeff enough for that one prophetic sentence, for this was the greatest, most emotional football game I've ever witnessed.
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Midway through the 4th period, when the sun went down and Washington went up for the second time by 13, hoards of unfaithful Cowboy fans went scurrying for the warmth of their cars.
Jeff and I turned to each other and laughed because we knew, that's Captain Comeback in that backfield… you don't give up!!!
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Later, at a local Mexican food restaurant, Jeff and I toasted the greatness of the Dallas Cowboys as we warmed our frozen tootsies with a few libations.
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] At the table next to us we overheard the two couples lamenting the fact they had left the game early, and wanting to get home to catch the highlights and see "what happened".
I leaned over to their table and loudly proclaimed…
"So y'all are some of the doubters who left early huh?? Let that be a lesson to you… when Captain America's at the helm… you don't give up… you never give up!!!"
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The great Harvey Martin tells a funny sidebar to this victory. [/FONT]
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Dallas had already clinched a playoff birth, but the Commanders needed this game too receive a wild-card spot.
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The Commanders had talked a lot of smack in the papers about shutting down the Cowboys, blah, blah, yada, yada.
A funeral wreath had been to delivered to the Cowboys' team hotel where they stayed the night before each home game with RIP blazed across it on a red sash. This didn't set too well with Harvey and he carried it to the stadium with him. [/FONT]
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After the crushing victory, Martin, still dressed in his uniform, carried the offending object to the door of the Washington locker room.
With timing that could not have been more perfect, Martin swung open the door and flung the wreath inside yelling "Who's dead now Mother *******" at exactly the moment the Skins were pausing for their post-game prayer.
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Martin say's he got a short but direct reprimand from Landry the following week at practice. I say, it was worth it! [/FONT]