I was born in 1971. Growing up in Louisville, Kentucky I had and still don't have any professional teams in my state. While watching TV as a youngster I noticed the only games of football on TV were of either the Steelers or Cowboys mostly. As my interest grew in football and started to parlay my football dreams into outdoor passes with Dad it came more apparent I enjoyed watching the Dallas games more. I truly loved seeing the star on the helmets. Being a huge Kentucky Wildcat fan as well (being from Kentucky requires college basketball being a religion of sorts), I loved the color Blue. So it made sense to follow and grow more interest and admiration for the Dallas Cowboys. So I begged the parents for Dallas gear and was granted some gems like a jacket and a jersey I recall. I wore them proudly like I was part of the team myself.
Now many years later, I still love Dallas with that same passion. I have been all around the world several times being part of the U.S. Army and lived in many places in the U.S. as well. I have been to many NFL games and no matter where I was or who was playing I always wore one of my many Dallas jerseys. Always got to represent your colors. Yes I got flak a lot in Atlanta and Miami (two places the Army sent me). I never missed a Dallas game live when they played in whatever city I was in. Seen several games and I do want to make my way down to Dallas to see one there as well one day.
I do love my Cowboys whether they are first or last. They are always champions in my heart!
(Edit) One of my worst and fondest memories in the Army was returning back from Iraq. I landed in Atlanta and being booed and heckled while in Uniform at the airport. But alas, when I landed in Dallas/Ft. Worth, I was welcomed with open arms and felt very proud for my service thanks to the men and women there. They were gracious with their help and will always be thanked from the likes of me and many others.