Aven8
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I love the Dallas Cowboys. They have been a part of me for 35 years. When I decided to write this I didn’t want to write a “theme” or “short story”. I just wanted to express my love for this team, and how they have been part of my life.
I can remember watching my favorite team way back to the mid to late 70’s. I would sit there with my Dad in his favorite leather chair. We would sit there side by side watching. Did I know what was going on? Well that I can’t remember, but I do remember seeing my Dad get excited, and go through the ups and downs of a season, and that was exciting to me. When I got a little older and could understand, my favorite player was Danny White. I can still remember that bad hair cut, and his sort of “cross eyes” he had. Man did I love Tony Dorsett as well. Still to this day when I see the #33 in any sport, on any player, I say that’s Tony’s number.
After the 1988 season came a new regime. Jerry and Jimmy. While we were sad to see Tex & Coach Landry go, it was time. Like they always say, all good things must come to an end. Jerry and Jimmy understood what it meant to be a part of the Dallas Cowboys and they turned them into greatness again. To me they always were great, even if it didn’t show on the field. I was in college during the early 90’s, but I always tried to make it home a few Sundays a season to watch with my Dad. At that time, he would watch me and the emotions I would have, just like I watched him when I was a little boy.
The Dallas Cowboys were always part of our family’s life. We would work schedules around them. They were there for us come Fall, and they were always there for us during the holidays. We were always there for them. Whether they were winning or losing, it was always about the Cowboys and our love for who they were.
My dad and I never actually went to a game at TX Stadium. In fact the first and only game I’ve even been to “in-person” was the Giants game on Monday night, when Parcells benched Bledsoe, and the Tony Romo era began. I will always remember that game for the rest of my life. We didn’t win, but knowing we had found a QB and I was there to see it, will always live with me.
I love the Dallas Cowboys. What else can I say? Would I rather we win every game and the Superbowl every year? You bet. But I’ve come to the realization that it doesn’t matter if they win or lose, it’s the memories I’ve had and shared with my family. I have a son now and I hope we will share those same moments like my dad and I did. The Dallas Cowboys are a symbol to me and my family, just like a Christmas tree is to Christmas.
We will always be there for them, just like they have always been there for us. Win or Lose.
I can remember watching my favorite team way back to the mid to late 70’s. I would sit there with my Dad in his favorite leather chair. We would sit there side by side watching. Did I know what was going on? Well that I can’t remember, but I do remember seeing my Dad get excited, and go through the ups and downs of a season, and that was exciting to me. When I got a little older and could understand, my favorite player was Danny White. I can still remember that bad hair cut, and his sort of “cross eyes” he had. Man did I love Tony Dorsett as well. Still to this day when I see the #33 in any sport, on any player, I say that’s Tony’s number.
After the 1988 season came a new regime. Jerry and Jimmy. While we were sad to see Tex & Coach Landry go, it was time. Like they always say, all good things must come to an end. Jerry and Jimmy understood what it meant to be a part of the Dallas Cowboys and they turned them into greatness again. To me they always were great, even if it didn’t show on the field. I was in college during the early 90’s, but I always tried to make it home a few Sundays a season to watch with my Dad. At that time, he would watch me and the emotions I would have, just like I watched him when I was a little boy.
The Dallas Cowboys were always part of our family’s life. We would work schedules around them. They were there for us come Fall, and they were always there for us during the holidays. We were always there for them. Whether they were winning or losing, it was always about the Cowboys and our love for who they were.
My dad and I never actually went to a game at TX Stadium. In fact the first and only game I’ve even been to “in-person” was the Giants game on Monday night, when Parcells benched Bledsoe, and the Tony Romo era began. I will always remember that game for the rest of my life. We didn’t win, but knowing we had found a QB and I was there to see it, will always live with me.
I love the Dallas Cowboys. What else can I say? Would I rather we win every game and the Superbowl every year? You bet. But I’ve come to the realization that it doesn’t matter if they win or lose, it’s the memories I’ve had and shared with my family. I have a son now and I hope we will share those same moments like my dad and I did. The Dallas Cowboys are a symbol to me and my family, just like a Christmas tree is to Christmas.
We will always be there for them, just like they have always been there for us. Win or Lose.
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