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There’s a palatable excitement in the air at Texas Stadium again.
Walking from the car on 11/19, for the match-up with the Colts, it was noticeable. During pregame warm-ups, it was noticeable in the amount of seats filled early. It was noticeable during the Color Guard presentation and singing of the National Anthem. The majority of the crowd remained standing, got loud, then louder. The stadium with the reputation for complacency, roared for the better part of 3 hours.
It was impossible to decipher on the drive home, what was the bigger contributor to the ringing in my ears, the crowd noise, or my buddy’s lips two inches from my earlobe, proclaiming in full yell, how he had to “go see a man about a horse,” and how he’d stop on the way back and “acquire supplies”.
Fast-forward four days, re-read the above paragraphs, and you pretty much have the synopsis of the game atmosphere on America’s national day of gluttony and poultry massacre. Something did happen on both those days, that hasn’t ever really been a regular occurrence, and certainly hasn't happened on back-to-back weeks since the mid 90’s.
Jerry made an appearance in The Corral about an hour or so post-game. And I don’t mean just a cursory walk-through surrounded by his security team. He got up on stage with the band, commandeered the mic from the lead singer, and whipped the already well-lubricated crowd into a blue and silver frenzy. He put on a gravely voiced male cheerleader routine that would have been the envy of even the most zealous Texas A&M Good Humor Man wannabe.
Now, this Sunday, we have the opportunity to go into yet another team’s home and impose our will in what I think is the biggest “statement game” since I can’t remember when. The Giants are ripe for implosion, and if the Cowboys can’t or simply don’t go in to the Meadowlands and punch them right square in the mouth to the tune of at least a 2-3 score win, I have zero confidence they’ll make it even into the playoffs, much less win even one game if they do.
A loss in this game means we then come back and face the Saints, needing to win all remaining. Sorry, but that just is not a conducive atmosphere for getting very deep into post-season play, if at all. If Dallas somehow goes into this game, one that holds so many similarities to last year's second Washington game, and falls flat again, go ahead and declare church.
Cowboys, it’s time to step-up, take care of business, and regain that swagger that’s made us one of the elite!
I can’t wait until Sunday night a week from now, when we get to again march into Texas Stadium 8-4, chests puffed out, in front of yet another national audience, and send the message to the rest of the NFL that, yes, THE COWBOYS ARE INDEED BACK!
Walking from the car on 11/19, for the match-up with the Colts, it was noticeable. During pregame warm-ups, it was noticeable in the amount of seats filled early. It was noticeable during the Color Guard presentation and singing of the National Anthem. The majority of the crowd remained standing, got loud, then louder. The stadium with the reputation for complacency, roared for the better part of 3 hours.
It was impossible to decipher on the drive home, what was the bigger contributor to the ringing in my ears, the crowd noise, or my buddy’s lips two inches from my earlobe, proclaiming in full yell, how he had to “go see a man about a horse,” and how he’d stop on the way back and “acquire supplies”.
Fast-forward four days, re-read the above paragraphs, and you pretty much have the synopsis of the game atmosphere on America’s national day of gluttony and poultry massacre. Something did happen on both those days, that hasn’t ever really been a regular occurrence, and certainly hasn't happened on back-to-back weeks since the mid 90’s.
Jerry made an appearance in The Corral about an hour or so post-game. And I don’t mean just a cursory walk-through surrounded by his security team. He got up on stage with the band, commandeered the mic from the lead singer, and whipped the already well-lubricated crowd into a blue and silver frenzy. He put on a gravely voiced male cheerleader routine that would have been the envy of even the most zealous Texas A&M Good Humor Man wannabe.
Now, this Sunday, we have the opportunity to go into yet another team’s home and impose our will in what I think is the biggest “statement game” since I can’t remember when. The Giants are ripe for implosion, and if the Cowboys can’t or simply don’t go in to the Meadowlands and punch them right square in the mouth to the tune of at least a 2-3 score win, I have zero confidence they’ll make it even into the playoffs, much less win even one game if they do.
A loss in this game means we then come back and face the Saints, needing to win all remaining. Sorry, but that just is not a conducive atmosphere for getting very deep into post-season play, if at all. If Dallas somehow goes into this game, one that holds so many similarities to last year's second Washington game, and falls flat again, go ahead and declare church.
Cowboys, it’s time to step-up, take care of business, and regain that swagger that’s made us one of the elite!
I can’t wait until Sunday night a week from now, when we get to again march into Texas Stadium 8-4, chests puffed out, in front of yet another national audience, and send the message to the rest of the NFL that, yes, THE COWBOYS ARE INDEED BACK!