Solely from drinking myself into a stooper. But yeah, Wednesday is usually a good time frame for me to be “me again” after a loss…

By being so pissed for two days after a loss, so I have had to force myself not to be too angry after a loss. But she does know to leave me alone for the rest of the night after we lose. And yes, my liver does not appreciate a loss.

on my right hand from punching a tweed chair when Martin Gramatica nailed the game winner against the Giants in 2006.

The bigger question might be why i have a tweed chair. Anyway, my headphones don’t come off at work until lunchtime Tuesday if they lose.

I used to get violent and break things, but aging has mellowed me out to the point where I just get sad and disappointed over a loss, however, during the game I still yell and scream at the top of my lungs and when I attend a game in person, I usually can’t speak for 2 days later.

alot when I see bad tackling or a missed opportunity or when the team has a turnover. I used to get mad when the msm would construe anything to make the team look like they were going to fall apart (TO will implode this year pt 100); but now I am just happy to see romo back and have him lead this team. I saw the weds interview and feel better about this week, romo is confident about this week and has me conviced that they will play better. Romo demenor is a little different, we will see on the field sunday if he has returned to the fun loving playmaker he was before the setbacks the team experienced this year weighed the team down. I believe him when he says that while he was out he learned somethings about himself and the team and they are going to play better football.

Though I’ve never missed work because of it. If the Cowboys win, I’m a manic maniac at work though. Living in Saints country, I get to chat with some fairly knowledgeable football guys about the weekend’s games. I hate having to hear from them the exact analysis of why my Boys lost. I do love being able to tell them why we won. They never gloat when the Boys lose, except when the Saints beat the Boys in ’06. I never gloat when the Saints lose either.

However, I have broken my coffee table in front of my couch this season by pounding on it too hard. Guess I need to stop shopping for furniture at Big Lots!

I get anxious and apprehensive before a game, and if the Cowboys win these days it almost like a relief there’s so much pressure surrounding the team. I do know it’s a lot easier to write articles when they’re winning instead of when they’re losing.

I get pretty worked up during a game and my wife thinks I’m nuts, but she understands. Last year after the loss to the Giants I just calmly walked down the hallway to my bedroom and fell facedown, shamefully hiding the tears welling up. After ushering our guests out of the house, my wife ran a hot bath and escorted me to it, where I wallowed in sorrow for a good hour. She made sure that my night wasn’t a complete disaster.

The only violent thing I’ve done after a game was throw a beer bottle through my window after Romo’s bobble.

and pissed off when they lose. I tend to get into arguments with co-workers over the coming week defending the boys to the death. The worst was the Seahawks lose though. I had a prior commitment, don’t ask me to elaborate on this point I am ashamed enough already, but I had to TIVO the game and watch later. When I opened my front door I ran to the TV, hit pause and rewind all the way the beginning making sure not to see the score or anything. I did catch a glimpse of Tony on the ground holding his helmet. Only after watching the whole thing did I realize I had walked in right when they lost the game. After that game I was not mad or angry, but it was the first time I felt physical pain from a loss, my heart actually hurt from that one.

I used to get pissed off, cuss and in general be a miserable person to be around when the Cowboys lost. Politics had the same effect on me. I have since mellowed way out and my goal is to not let the things that I cannot control bother me too much.

I still love my Cowboys, but my mood and general happiness is no longer dictated by the success or failure of the team. Part of that is maturity and part is having kids. I am now very congnizant of the fact that my 2-year old is soaking in everything I say and do. Being a good father and role model is more important than the Cowboys making a field goal to send the game into overtime.

When I had fewer responsibilities in life, I was much more emotionally invested in the Cowboys. Don’t misinterpret my perspective as indifference: my wife knows that scheduling anything during a Cowboys game is a no-no – I must tune in to every game in its entiretly. And I check this blog multiple times daily. But now I think it is more of a healthy diversion than an obsession.

younger(6-11)I would be so shocked when the Cowboys would lose a game. This was during the 92-97 years where we we’re spoiled as fans. I remember crying so hard after that San Francisco NFC Championship loss. Now that I’m 21, I have developed a kind of pessimism towards my teams where I expect the worst. And I mean I don’t expect any wins by the Cowboys, Stars, Mavs, or Rangers. I still root like hell and am pissed inside if a tough loss occurs, but nothing like how it was when I was a kid.

My last 3 girlfriends and most of my family just stays away from me during Cowboys games. I yell and swear at the TV like the world is ending if we’re not doing well and cheer and jump up and down like a maniac when we’re winning. Most of my friends can already tell how intoxicated I’ll be just by seeing the score….even if they’re not in the same time zone..lol
I’m a train wreck til midweek if we lose and riding high all week if we win. Just the way it is…and I’ve got not problems with it.
It did used to crack me up when the gal I was living with for a few years would always leave 10 minutes before kickoff to go shopping or whatever and check the score before she came home to see what my mood would be like….lol

doesn’t it seem we always have the most heartbreaking losses… but you’re not alone, I am fully in that zone with you…Everybody’s talking about how angry they’d get when they were younger, well im still in my 20’s, so…

i have broke my remote before and after 30 minutes and realizing what the remote does, that has never happened again lol…

To all the fans on this blog, my story is a little different and this is my first post in form of a comment. Being born and brought up in a different country but now living in USA, I started following NFL as a game just last year. It started with following a player that I admired the most (don’t ask why because that is a question that I have failed to get an answer from myself), our very own T.O. It happened this way, one evening, and mind you, I was still new to football, I was watching TV and T.O. commercial came up, the “Yo, TO, where you at”…one. It got my attention and for no good reason I asked my friend who this guy was. He told me quite a few good and bad things about TO. That day I read everything I had to about TO, realized he was a star player with Eagles and all the Chattanooga and JJ fan following stuff….. I started following the games and started reading and understanding Football terminologies and technicalities but I never could get myself to like or love Eagles. I never admired a team before. It was TO, my star WR until when he joined the Boys. Then came Romo, then came Barbar, then came the wind and snow and man before I knew I was a Cowboys FAN :-) and will remain forever.

As far as how deep my love goes for boys, well I yell at the TV, I scream knowing but not realizing that my little daughter is asleep, I scream knowing but not caring that my friends son is asleep and that we are “guests” at their home. I scream when Romo fumbles, I scream when TO drops a catch, I scream when I see Brandon Jacobs but I do also scream when Romo throws a 68 yards TD pass. I also scream when RW11 makes a one handed catch. I scream out loud when MBIII breaks open and rams over the opponents. I scream, even if that makes me notorious and infamous amongst my friends and family. I scream even if that makes my friends think twice before inviting us to watch SNF again.

I scream because I love the boys. I scream because I adore everything that is Cowboys.

(PS: Probably TO should print a “iScream” tee for me)

live in Northern Cali. The only time I’ve ever broken something is when the Niners and Cowboys played in Dallas (can’t remember the year off hand.) It was when Campo was head coach, and he chose to kick a long field goal on 4th and 1, with like a minute left. They missed the kick, and Jeff Garcia hit TO in the back of the end zone for the game winning TD. The remote flew into about 7 pieces, and my phone blew up from all my Niner friends ….

God damn Niners. God damn Campo!

My mother kicked me out of the house after Superbowl V because I was pitching a raging s***fit. As the years went by and I became of age, I learned to drown my sorrows in rivers of beer which sometimes resulted in broken objects and hurt feelings. Now I just get p.o.’d for about a minute and let it go to depression for a few hours. My wife used to like football but apparently I cured her of that. (That and the fact she was a Houston Oilers fan at one time.)

where no one except my wife and five year old son are even allowed in the house during the game. I basically have an alter i have to set up perfectly before each game and a little smoking ritual every time they score. My wife ,my son and i must have the correct shirts on and i have a soecial pair of undies i wear. if the boys are losing at half time my wife and i retire to the budoir to create some luck. The cowboys of the late 90’s drove me to start studying Brazillian jiu jitsu so i’d have an outlet for my post loss aggression. My boss says i am sick. I think he’s right i need meds like another damn title. lets go Cowboys put it on the skins!

And I have to admit, when Romo dropped the snap against the Seahawks, I fell to the floor on my stomach and cried like a baby.

I thought for sure our run of years without a playoff win was over, and to have 10+ years of frustration ripped out of your soul when only a chip shot away, was too much for me to handle.

Last year against the Giants, it was more being mad. But the Seahawks playoff game I cried.

I am an insufferable grump for at least 4 days if we choke,2 weeks if its the Iggles ,Gnats Or Skiz.

several years of therapy I have instituted the serenity now… insanity later technique. If you can learn to hold it all in, it will make our next Super Bowl run that much more satisfying, when all that emotion pours out which for me has yet to be released. Being born in ‘87 even though I have seen the games multiple times since I don’t remember watching those games live, being no older than 8 for a Super Bowl run I was more likely to be playing soccer in my umbros, pumas, and a “no fear” shirt. To put this all in perspective I have been a die hard fan for about 12 seasons now, which if you hadn’t already figured it out means I have yet to truly witness the cowboys even win a play off game. Depressing I know and with all the emotions I’ve locked up over the years, when the cowboys finally reach the elusive Super Bowl (Hopefully 2011, if not sooner) and win, that will be one of single greatest and most therapeutic days of my life. But Seriously it’s just a game, right?

I yell at the TV on a good play, cuss at on a bad one.
If the Cowboys win I can’t get enough of the highlights, if the lose I will not watch the sports channels all week.
Also a win doesn’t seem to last as long as a loss emotionally.
Don’t get me wrong I love the wins but the euphoria of a win is tempered by the fact that I think they should have won, and that they need to win again next week.
A loss is a devistating setback that should not have happened, not with the talent on this team!

Great post GloryDayz

On offense, when I want them to be physical and run the ball, I have to have the volume at 48 (for Moose).

On defense, it’s gotta be at 56 because the middle guys, I feel, need the most support because they have to stop the run and cover backs or TEs.

When the Cowboys win, I’m worry free until I think about the next week.
When they lose, I go through the whole denial, frustration, anger thing.

It always reminds me of a game against the 49ers that I watched with my much younger kid brother. George Teague cracked T.O. in the endzone causing him to drop a potential TD pass and my brother yelled, “he can’t do that!” I was pumped up and had had enough of people suggesting the Cowboys are cheats or thugs or ghetto stars, etc. and I don’t him to stop playing devil’s advocate, which only confused the kid into thinking he’s evil or something.

growing up one of my sisters was a Steelers fan, because she liked their uniforms. She knew shit about football, and always ragged on me when the Cowboys lost. After Super Bowl XIII, I had endured three days of her constant ragging on me before I broke her nose at the dinner table. My parents neither being fans of sport of any kind couldn’t understand why I’d get so mad. I told them go ahead and punish me but I wouldn’t apologize. I got tore up with a belt for hitting my sister, then she got one for antagonizing me into hitting her. All things considered it was SO worth it.