That was just passion, not really hate. I'd stomp on you if you pissed me off, but I'd give you my size 15s after the game for your trophy case....I disagree.
Diron Talbert actively stomped on Roger Staubach's finger and broke it. Harvey Martin marched with a wreath and threw it in the locker room.
That was passion.
Now, we get Earl Thomas coming and accosting Garrett wanting him to sign him.
That was just passion, not really hate. I'd stomp on you if you pissed me off, but I'd give you my size 15s after the game for your trophy case....
Damn straight we do!Yeah thats passion ... We need that passion on this team .
You bet we do!Thought we had the ice bowl won. Very exciting!
Loved the game then. Still loving it today.
Sad for you.When the Cowboys were on tv back in the day and on a channel the rabbit ears would pick up...I watched religiously. When they weren't on tv...I would rush to read the sports section as soon as I got up to see who won along with stats etc.
Now...I tape the games, watch them in about 45 minutes to an hour...fast forwarding through all the nonsense "feed me" and the antics the receivers make after catching a routine ball for first down. Bit ridiculous really. These clowns today need to act like they've been there before.
I also follow the Oakland Raiders since they were my team in the old AFL before the Super Bowl etc. Darryl Lamonica vs Roman Gabriel was always a great show.
And honestly...if I miss a game...no biggie.
We were all celebrating the win till the final play.Thought we had the ice bowl won. Very exciting!
Loved the game then. Still loving it today.
I miss the regular season being about determining home field advantage for the NFC Championship game.
Now it seems to be for determining our draft position.
At first, I was really excited about Garrett taking over for an ineffective Wade Phillips.'The Garrett Era'
remember Roger Staubach not shaking hands with Commanders after the game.One of the things that irks me now, is when players laugh it up with the opposing players. I don't think you dared to do that back in the day. Imagine if you did that in front of Chuck Noll, Landry, or Ditka.
I can relate. I didn't care for the America's Team moniker. Still don't.Back in the 60s and 70s, you played because you loved the game. Players had no voice and the owners ruled.
Obviously, I was a Staubach fan. To be honest, I hated the Captain America moniker. I just thought he was a great player. As a fan, you just always thought you had a chance with him in there, regardless of the score. Most older Cowboys fans have happy memories of the 60s and 70s with Dandy Don and Roger. The results weren't always positive, but we were in the conversation every year.
Like all sports, money changes everything. Back in the day, alot of players had to work in the offseason. Now, they are much bigger, stronger, and faster. On field collisions are like car accidents. People can say all they want to about todays players being diva like because of they're behavior and contract demands. But until those people take a blind side hit from someone like Aaron Donald or Myles Garrett, they should just shut up.
In a perfect world, we could have the enthusiasm of yesterday's player combined with the talent of todays, but that's to much too hope for.
With the ways the game has changed so dramatically, beginning decades ago with the "Bump & Run" rule, then moving on to free agency, Salary Cap and finally, hamstringing defenses, my question is this; How much do you enjoy today's game vs back in "The Day?"
Personally, although the modern players are bigger and faster, there's an attitude of check cashing and individualism that has eroded my enjoyment of the NFL. Even with the increased athleticism, I do not believe the game is as fierce and hard fought as it once was.
In answering this question, I'm not asking you to allow any of the political crap that has infected the league to enter in ... just the game on the field and how it's played ... and if you're a "Youngster", you really don't have anything to base your remarks on. ... So, help me out, Old Dudes ...