I remember watching Staubach in the Superbowl....sitting in front of a 12" black & white TV...holding the rabbit ears at just the right angle for the channel to come in. My life as a child was a bit less than ideal. But, come Sundays, Staubach and the Cowboys were there showing America how to be Americans. No matter how far down they were, you had to believe that Staubach could save the day. As hokey as it might sound, watching Staubach drive the team down the field even though it seemed as if there was no hope, made me feel like I could make it too. The Cowboys could be down by 10 with 4 minutes left in the game and I felt like the whole world believed he would win.
I was 5 the first time we won the Superbowl. We were homeless again and staying in one of the super cheap roadside motels until we could figure out our next move. Life was hard. No past. No future. No hope. But I watched the Cowboys win the Superbowl...the actual Superbowl. The Superbowl. The Cowboys were one of only 2 or 3 things in my world that gave me hope back in those black & white days. Men like Staubach and Landry made me look forward to tomorrow.
There aren't enough medals and honors for Staubach as far as I'm concerned. He did it. He did it all...and he did it the right way. In my world, a hero.