All right, all you pigskin prognosticators, gridiron gurus, hashmark heralders, and armchair LINEMEN, say what you will! The Cowboys showed up to PLAY today! They faced the reigning Superbowl Champs, and they werent skeerd! Were there mistakes? Was there stallin and stumblin? Or fartin and fumblin? Damned right there was! For, this is a game played by mortal beings. But never mistake that for simularity to you and I. Somewhere along the line, we other mortals must understand why we are mere in their presence if we are to maintain a semblance of sanity as we give allegiance to this game with a revival pitch. Both teams were fielded, not just with conditioned union professional athletes. These were opposing legions of NFL CHAMPIONS!!! One, the current beholder of that laurel. The other, one who should have concurrently been wearing that wreath for 40 years. For myself, I somewhat became misty this afternoon. I recall taking trips to The Cotton Bowl with my brothers and Dad to watch this team in their fledgling years all through the 60s. When even we loved them in their losses. Or perhaps it was because of their losses. For win or lose, the Cowboys played TOUGH! And if you bested them on that given Sunday afternoon, you EEEAAARRRNNED IT, as that old Smith Barney add with John Houseman said. I remember those glory years at Irving. But I felt somewhat removed from that. It wasnt any longer autumn afternoons with Daddy at the Cotton Bowl. Rather, Coach Landry in his dignified Fedorah found that champeenship groove that gave us that moniker, Americas Team. Perhaps Emporer Jones finally bowed to true Cowboy tradition, made an act of NFL contrition, and left the sideline and the field to do that voodoo that they do so WELL!
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 01:04:37 +0000
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