I hope it was a "good" touch.
In John Facenda voce:
Nowww, as the shadows grow longer on the gridiron field and the earth senses the approaching dark and dread of the coming winter, the legends of the frozen tundra revisit our memories with alms of leather, sweat and grainy images of TV. We pause to consider:
Why are you a Cowboy fan?
It is a not-complicated story emanating from the yesteryear of our pubescent
and formative minds that embraced the NFL and its pantheon of athletes so long, long ago on the fields -- from such fabled battlegrounds as the Cotton Bowl, Candlestick Park and Soldier Field-- that on cold and dark winter days gave us scenarios of men battling men.
It was not a battle of swords but a battle of wits and muscle and strategy crafted by the likes of Lombardi, Landry, Brown, Stram and Lovie Smith.
South, south to the empire of the sun in Dallas, a triumpherate of Landry, Schramm and Murchison gathered one stark, cold night after an evening of mah jong to craft a plan that would shake the NFL world.
When that plan was made, Murchison uttered those famed words; It Is Done. And names such as Andrie, Babb, Baker, Cronin, Dupre, Tubbs, Lebaron, Lily and Sherer came together to become the Dallas Cowboys.
Nay, though those players would eventually fade into the twilight of Cowboys legend, they would go on to loom large in our collective catecombs of cognitive and capable memories.
Though they and the ones who followed and fell and bled on the frozzzzen tundra, they arose and regrouped and played on.
Played on until those names faded and were replaced by Jimma, Michael, Emmitt and Troy and then on to Ware, McBriar, Romo, Spencer, Newman and T.O.
All with their terrible swifts swords of playmaking that awed our consciousness in 1960 and carried us onto the 2000s.
These men, swift like the wind, strong like Stautner's coffee and wise like Andrea Kremer, would pull us to the television then and now.
Why are you a Cowboys fan?
I am because they are!
Amen
