Coy;2823561 said:
I'm a fan since 1985, I was 6 yers old.
1960, when the madness began... we were living in El Paso...
We'd come home from church (Glen Arbor United Methodist, where my Dad was youth choir director and I was an acolyte and one of two featured vocalists in the choir), sit and watch the Boys get killed by whoever, then go for supper at the La Paloma, out by the Northgate Shopping Center...
I remember Eddie LeBaron scrambling for his life... I remember Jerry Tubbs at middle linebacker, obviously before he became a Landry assistant... I remember tying the Giants in a late season game in Noo Yawk, the entire family losing their minds... I remember the drafting of Bob Lilly, the Boys' first ever draft pick... I remember Mom particularly loved Don Perkins in those early years, she'd jump off of the sofa yelling "Go, man" every time he touched the ball-- even when he was dropped for a three yard loss, LOL...
A coupla years later, my Dad was transferred from Fort Bliss to Fort Meade, we moved into the family house in Hagerstown, and the entire family except for me promptly became SKINS fans... I couldn't freakin' believe it... that's part of why I called myself the White Sheep of the family...
It made for some right tense Thanksgiving dinners over the years...
Ahhhh, memories... later, I remember listening to the Ice Bowl on Armed Forces Radio while we were in Heidelberg, Germany, and not sleeping at all that night, I was so upset... yes, I've paid my dues, and then some...
And yes, I'm old... don't even go there...
Let it be noted that I'm the last surviving member of my family, Mom, Dad and little brother are all gone... the moral to that story is that Cowboys fans live longer, happier lives than Skins fans do...