Ha! I remember getting on a plane, leaving home for two-a-days and my freshman year of college the very night we lost that preseason game in Denver. When we took off, Dallas was in control, and after landing in Columbia, MO, my Dad let me know about the OT loss. All of eighteen, I was convinced we would be turning 3-13 (in 1988) around that season.
After all, we just pushed a legitimate Super Bowl contender at Mile High. Jimmy is a genius!
Two weeks later in the dorm lobby, about fifty of us get to enjoy that 28-0 loss to New Orleans. And yeah, it wasn't even that close. Mind you, there are maybe three Cowboy fans there. Very tough for me to stomach so much delight being taken with our demise, and it was all so close, around me. That room was typically pro-Chief/Cardinal/Dolphin (lots of Florida kids there).
This was all so new to me since I was raised in DFW with everyone I knew or loved being a diehard Cowboy fan. What a rough day.