kskboys
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I was a military brat. My father is from Battle Creek, MI and my mom is from Dallas, TX (Bryan Adams high school grad). We lived in Australia when I was little and mom always told me about the Cowboys. I did not get to see an American football game until we left Australia and stayed with my grandparents in Dallas for a few weeks while we were en route to our new house in California. Those few weeks were in January of 1978. The first Cowboys game I ever saw was them defeating the Broncos in the Super Bowl. The entire house, hell, the entire neighborhood was euphoric that night. It was a great way to be introduced to the mythical warriors that my mother had told me about my entire childhood up to that point. Needless to say, my Cowboy fandom was set into stone that night when I was 7 years old.
I told you all that to tell you this; my affinity with the Cowboys is not something I can just turn on and off at will. It is an indelible part of my being. Just like the music you listen to or the kind of cars you gravitate towards. If you LOVE Camaros you will always love them, even if the new models take some getting used to (or even if they downright SUCK). Nothing the Cowboys can do or not do will make them NOT a part of who I am at my core. This is both a blessing and a curse, but it is a fact. I guess what I am saying is that if they win I am happy and if they lose I am sad, but I keep it in perspective. They are indeed part of who I am, but they aren't a major part. My life functions won't cease if the Cowboys fail, likewise I won't be faster or stronger or more handsome if they succeed. Football is just a distraction for almost everyone on this board. Realize that and prioritize that in your life accordingly.
Mine will.