Thirsty anyone?

[jday]

Imagine if you will a hot, dry, barren wasteland of a desert that you have crawled across on hand's and knee's for the last seven months. Your hands and knees are calloused, scrapped and horrendously sore every movement sending surging blades of extraordinary pain through your tired and withered limbs - but these things pale in comparison to your thirst.

You received your first life-sustaining gush of water during the draft; albeit short-lived, but nevertheless without it you would have long ago perished. The OTA's provided a trickle; maybe a drop of water every several hours - but gazing upon that unforgiven horizon you had faith that while you could barely continue to live given an extended stay at that ****-fountain that was the OTA's, if you continued on, soon you could not just drink but swim in an ocean of blissful, cool, nurturing water. And so you bravely carried on.

Men, that is no mere mirage; we are only a week's desperate crawl away. And, no, I'm not talking about marriage, though I understand the illustration could be used either way. I'm talking about something bigger than that. At first you will stumble upon a small creek; Training Camp...but to you, after the waiting and crawling will look upon said creek as though it were a raging rapid of water. That creek will slowly form into a river that we know as Preseason. And the river, will soon return to it's maker, the ocean - the Regular Season. So crawl on soldier...the season is nigh.

Thirsty anyone?

 

[jazzcat22]

Somehow, I can see posts with the analogies of dams breaking, season will be flooded away, flushed down th toilet....etc.

Myself, I sea calm waters and smooth sailing ahead. Blue skies, White clouds, Silver linings.....if you know what I mean....

However, isn't this next SB in a desert basically.....LOL

 

[tyke1doe]

Imagine if you will a hot, dry, barren wasteland of a desert that you have crawled across on hand's and knee's for the last seven months. Your hands and knees are calloused, scrapped and horrendously sore every movement sending surging blades of extraordinary pain through your tired and withered limbs - but these things pale in comparison to your thirst.

You received your first life-sustaining gush of water during the draft; albeit short-lived, but nevertheless without it you would have long ago perished. The OTA's provided a trickle; maybe a drop of water every several hours - but gazing upon that unforgiven horizon you had faith that while you could barely continue to live given an extended stay at that ****-fountain that was the OTA's, if you continued on, soon you could not just drink but swim in an ocean of blissful, cool, nurturing water. And so you bravely carried on.

Men, that is no mere mirage; we are only a week's desperate crawl away. And, no, I'm not talking about marriage, though I understand the illustration could be used either way. I'm talking about something bigger than that. At first you will stumble upon a small creek; Training Camp...but to you, after the waiting and crawling will look upon said creek as though it were a raging rapid of water. That creek will slowly form into a river that we know as Preseason. And the river, will soon return to it's maker, the ocean - the Regular Season. So crawl on soldier...the season is nigh.

Thirsty anyone?

Yes, I'm thirsty.

But I'm braced for the realistic taste of fresh water, not the insanely sweet but deceptive taste of Kool-Aid. We've got too many drinkers of that up in here.

Oh - Yeah!!!

 

[TwoDeep3]

Then, as you creep up to the oasis, falling forward, face first into the cooling water, drinking down this life giving liquid, you hesitate after an especially long gulp when you see the broken sign of warning lying in the dry sand.

 

[Hostile]

Somehow, I can see posts with the analogies of dams breaking, season will be flooded away, flushed down th toilet....etc.

Myself, I sea calm waters and smooth sailing ahead. Blue skies, White clouds, Silver linings.....if you know what I mean....

However, isn't this next SB in a desert basically.....LOL

You're a prophet.

 

[TwoDeep3]

You're a prophet.

Your sense of humor apparently left no forwarding address.

The OP begged for a response as such with his colorful metaphors. Let me know when the first bead of sweat drops in training camp so I can offer up my serious demeanor in all things Cowboys.

Until then the waiting game is still afoot.

 

[theSHOW]

Imagine if you will a hot, dry, barren wasteland of a desert that you have crawled across on hand's and knee's for the last seven months. Your hands and knees are calloused, scrapped and horrendously sore every movement sending surging blades of extraordinary pain through your tired and withered limbs - but these things pale in comparison to your thirst.

You received your first life-sustaining gush of water during the draft; albeit short-lived, but nevertheless without it you would have long ago perished. The OTA's provided a trickle; maybe a drop of water every several hours - but gazing upon that unforgiven horizon you had faith that while you could barely continue to live given an extended stay at that ****-fountain that was the OTA's, if you continued on, soon you could not just drink but swim in an ocean of blissful, cool, nurturing water. And so you bravely carried on.

Men, that is no mere mirage; we are only a week's desperate crawl away. And, no, I'm not talking about marriage, though I understand the illustration could be used either way. I'm talking about something bigger than that. At first you will stumble upon a small creek; Training Camp...but to you, after the waiting and crawling will look upon said creek as though it were a raging rapid of water. That creek will slowly form into a river that we know as Preseason. And the river, will soon return to it's maker, the ocean - the Regular Season. So crawl on soldier...the season is nigh.

Thirsty anyone?

 

[xwalker]

Imagine if you will a hot, dry, barren wasteland of a desert that you have crawled across on hand's and knee's for the last seven months. Your hands and knees are calloused, scrapped and horrendously sore every movement sending surging blades of extraordinary pain through your tired and withered limbs - but these things pale in comparison to your thirst.

You received your first life-sustaining gush of water during the draft; albeit short-lived, but nevertheless without it you would have long ago perished. The OTA's provided a trickle; maybe a drop of water every several hours - but gazing upon that unforgiven horizon you had faith that while you could barely continue to live given an extended stay at that ****-fountain that was the OTA's, if you continued on, soon you could not just drink but swim in an ocean of blissful, cool, nurturing water. And so you bravely carried on.

Men, that is no mere mirage; we are only a week's desperate crawl away. And, no, I'm not talking about marriage, though I understand the illustration could be used either way. I'm talking about something bigger than that. At first you will stumble upon a small creek; Training Camp...but to you, after the waiting and crawling will look upon said creek as though it were a raging rapid of water. That creek will slowly form into a river that we know as Preseason. And the river, will soon return to it's maker, the ocean - the Regular Season. So crawl on soldier...the season is nigh.

Thirsty anyone?

I don't get thirsty, but if I did, I'd drink a Dos Equis.

 

[Hostile]

Your sense of humor apparently left no forwarding address.

The OP begged for a response as such with his colorful metaphors. Let me know when the first bead of sweat drops in training camp so I can offer up my serious demeanor in all things Cowboys.

Until then the waiting game is still afoot.

You, upset that others joke around? Say it isn't so.

 

[TwoDeep3]

You, upset that others joke around? Say it isn't so.

I enjoy being a mystery to you. Albeit it's unintentional on my part.

 

[jday]

Then, as you creep up to the oasis, falling forward, face first into the cooling water, drinking down this life giving liquid, you hesitate after an especially long gulp when you see the broken sign of warning lying in the dry sand.

Literal guffaw when I saw this. Well done sir.

 

[nalam]

Imagine if you will a hot, dry, barren wasteland of a desert that you have crawled across on hand's and knee's for the last seven months. ,.....

Thirsty anyone?

Yes,bring it on ....

Will this be finally the year we manage not to snatch defeat from jaws of victory .... ( by running the ball, playing average defense without too many goof ups , 600 yard games ....etc )

 

[jday]

I don't get thirsty, but if I did, I'd drink a Dos Equis.

Interesting...

 

[dstovall5]

Then, as you creep up to the oasis, falling forward, face first into the cooling water, drinking down this life giving liquid, you hesitate after an especially long gulp when you see the broken sign of warning lying in the dry sand.

 

[jday]

Yes,bring it on ....

Will this be finally the year we manage not to snatch defeat from jaws of victory .... ( by running the ball, playing average defense without too many goof ups , 600 yard games ....etc )

Well you see there are different qualities of water. There is my personal favorite Fiji. From there the quality falls of all the way to questionable pond water that you may want to consider using a water purifier on prior to consumption. But here's the rub - if your thirsty, you'll drink anything, right? I, for one, am ready to drink my own piss, figuratively speaking, of course.

 

[Zimmy Lives]

Imagine if you will a hot, dry, barren wasteland of a desert that you have crawled across on hand's and knee's for the last seven months. Your hands and knees are calloused, scrapped and horrendously sore every movement sending surging blades of extraordinary pain through your tired and withered limbs - but these things pale in comparison to your thirst.

You received your first life-sustaining gush of water during the draft; albeit short-lived, but nevertheless without it you would have long ago perished. The OTA's provided a trickle; maybe a drop of water every several hours - but gazing upon that unforgiven horizon you had faith that while you could barely continue to live given an extended stay at that ****-fountain that was the OTA's, if you continued on, soon you could not just drink but swim in an ocean of blissful, cool, nurturing water. And so you bravely carried on.

Men, that is no mere mirage; we are only a week's desperate crawl away. And, no, I'm not talking about marriage, though I understand the illustration could be used either way. I'm talking about something bigger than that. At first you will stumble upon a small creek; Training Camp...but to you, after the waiting and crawling will look upon said creek as though it were a raging rapid of water. That creek will slowly form into a river that we know as Preseason. And the river, will soon return to it's maker, the ocean - the Regular Season. So crawl on soldier...the season is nigh.

Thirsty anyone?

 

[jday]

Somehow, I can see posts with the analogies of dams breaking, season will be flooded away, flushed down th toilet....etc.

Myself, I sea calm waters and smooth sailing ahead. Blue skies, White clouds, Silver linings.....if you know what I mean....

However, isn't this next SB in a desert basically.....LOL

So it will end where it began...it's almost poetic.

I can't say I see the same things you do...your mind can play tricks on you in this figurative desert...but it's nice to think about, kinda like sitting back planning how you would spend the money following the purchase of a lottery ticket.

 

[tyke1doe]

Stay thirsty my friends.

 

[Silver Surfer]

About November, the whole water theme will probably look like this:
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[jobberone]

Some of you are wet behind the ears while some have eyes filled with brown water.

Sry best I can do on short notice after a not very good day. Have a cold wet one on me.