As a young girl, growing up "Texas", it didn't take very long for me to understand two major rules in my house
Rule #1 Football comes first.
Rule #2 You damn well better be cheering for the Dallas Cowboys
Sundays, after church, on a Cowboys game day meant a full house of grown men (with my grandfather leading the pack), slamming cold Schlitz beers with their eyes glued to our then 21 inch television screen.
I used to wonder if they actually believed the Cowboys could somehow hear their cheering and chanting or even their obscenities at times. I do know that my love for football began right here, in these very moments.
The Dallas Cowboys were what every kid (including myself) wanted to be when they grew up. They were everything we wanted a football team to be. The combination of many incredible players such as Roger Staubach (manstud) and Randy White equaled our All American Team. We loved the Cowboys when they lost the game. We loved the Cowboys when they won the game. And with the incredible leadership of Tom Landry, glory days turned into many years for the Cowboys. I worshiped them then.
Everything really changed for the Cowboys in the early 90's after Jerry Jones bought the team. The basic principles that Tom Landry so impressed upon his players, personally and professionally, quickly faded once Jimmy Johnson took over as coach. Many players have come and gone since and now Bill Parcells runs the big show. Sure they have had some successes but nothing like the success Tom Landry brought to them. The bottom line is this: When we hear about the Cowboys in the news today, we don't hear "All American" headlines anymore. And I don't delude myself expecting it all to be exactly like it was back then. Hell, nothing is. I do expect the Cowboys to give fans something...anything to be proud of again. I can't help to want that glory back that I remember as a young girl, can you? Do it for me, boys. Do it for yourselves. Or better yet..make Tom feel it again. Do it for him.
Til' next time...thats the juice and I am out of here.
Rule #1 Football comes first.
Rule #2 You damn well better be cheering for the Dallas Cowboys
Sundays, after church, on a Cowboys game day meant a full house of grown men (with my grandfather leading the pack), slamming cold Schlitz beers with their eyes glued to our then 21 inch television screen.
I used to wonder if they actually believed the Cowboys could somehow hear their cheering and chanting or even their obscenities at times. I do know that my love for football began right here, in these very moments.
The Dallas Cowboys were what every kid (including myself) wanted to be when they grew up. They were everything we wanted a football team to be. The combination of many incredible players such as Roger Staubach (manstud) and Randy White equaled our All American Team. We loved the Cowboys when they lost the game. We loved the Cowboys when they won the game. And with the incredible leadership of Tom Landry, glory days turned into many years for the Cowboys. I worshiped them then.
Everything really changed for the Cowboys in the early 90's after Jerry Jones bought the team. The basic principles that Tom Landry so impressed upon his players, personally and professionally, quickly faded once Jimmy Johnson took over as coach. Many players have come and gone since and now Bill Parcells runs the big show. Sure they have had some successes but nothing like the success Tom Landry brought to them. The bottom line is this: When we hear about the Cowboys in the news today, we don't hear "All American" headlines anymore. And I don't delude myself expecting it all to be exactly like it was back then. Hell, nothing is. I do expect the Cowboys to give fans something...anything to be proud of again. I can't help to want that glory back that I remember as a young girl, can you? Do it for me, boys. Do it for yourselves. Or better yet..make Tom feel it again. Do it for him.
Til' next time...thats the juice and I am out of here.
1 Comments:
I really enjoyed this and it took me back to memory lane!!! All I have to say is amen sister for I was there with you every step of the way. So true how we loved the cowboys even when at their worst, they could do no wrong!!
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