I have two daughters - ages 8 and 3.  They know that their Daddy loves him some Dallas Cowboys, and occasionally they'll watch a few minutes of a game with me during football season.

The cool thing about children, is that they remember things so well -- especially things like colors, symbols, and logos.

For example, one of the fundamental football fan items I taught them was that we always cheer for the star.  When they see the Big Blue Star -- or any star for that matter -- it's "Daddy, Dallas Cowboys, YAY!!!  WHEW!!!"

Now on the other hand, I've taught them that we don't like the Redskins or the 49ers in this house.  Now my brother loves the Skins, and I've lectured them on being respectful to their "Tito," which is Spanish/Filipino Tagalog for "Uncle," even if he is a "Redskins Lover."

Well, the purpose of this introduction is to lead you into two true stories that only a Cowboys Fan would love (my Dad's included, for he was the first true Cowboys Fan in my Family, and he subtly influenced me into selecting America's Team as my personal favorite).

True Story #1 - My wife took the girls to one of our local malls several  months ago, and they went into a Champs Sporting Goods to buy me some Cowboys gear for my birthday.  The firstborn sees an authentic burgundy 'Skins Jersey, #47-Chris Cooley, says "Boo Redskins" and proceeds to walk by and fart on the uni hanging in the NFL section of the store.  Of course, my wife was pissed at my oldest, and of course, it was somehow my fault... like I paid her to let one rip on the team that hails from DC and is our biggest rival.  Secretly, I slapped hands with my eight-year-old topping it off with an "atta girl!"

True Story #2 - My sister & brother-in-law "borrowed" my three-year-old yesterday to hang out with their two-year-old son (who's of course my nephew and of course the cousin of my daughters).  They took the two toddlers to an indoor kids play place called "Jumpin' Monkeys," and naturally, the duo let out all kinds of energy, runnin', screamin', jumpin' throughout.  Well, the way my sister tells it, my youngest took a break and her eyes began to take on a seriously mean look to it.  What was she starin' at?  My lil one then began to extend her right arm, stick out her fist and turn her wrist southward to give out a "thumbs down" motion while yellin' out "Boo Redskins!"  Luckily for my sister, there was so much noise going on inside that the guy wearing a Washington Redskins cap didn't even hear or see my baby girl do her thang.  My sis had to lecture my youngest after the fact, but needless to say, her Daddy gave her a big squeeze and a high five for that act of loyalty to the team we bleed silver and blue for.

By the way, my Dad got a big kick out of both antics.

I couldn't wait to tell him... and tell my BTB Bruthas and Fellow Dallas Cowboys Fans!!!