To say I'm a Cowboys fan is like saying the Pope is catholic. My first memory of watching football on t.v. is Butch Johnson's diving catch from Roger Staubach in Super Bowl XII. By the time I was 8-years-old, I could recite the name of every single player on the roster just by their jersey number. In 1989, after they won their only game of the year, there I was wearing my Dallas Cowboys t-shirt to high school while most young fans had abandoned ship.
So, why after all these years do I still spend so much time thinking about the Cowboys? I mean, I'm 40 with two kids. I have a full-time job. I have several hobbies and a great family. Yet, I find myself pouring over college prospects we may or may not draft at 5 o'clock in the morning. Just as I know many of you do. But why?
We are deranged. We are insane creatures. That is what a fan is. While I am still obsessed with the Cowboys, I am no longer overly optimistic going into the regular seasons. That stopped after 2008. I don't con myself anymore. I used to get so mad at talk show hosts who would bad mouth the Cowboys. They weren't really. They were simply telling it like it is. I just couldn't accept the fact that the Cowboys have become (gulp) average.
I don't even get mad at Skip Bayless or Stephen Jones when I stumble across their pointless banter of the Cowboys. Even Skip's most recent article makes sense to me. I still get upset when the Cowboys lose. I just don't take it personal anymore.
Often, I direct my frustration at Jerry Jones and even his children and grandchildren. I feel like they've hijacked my team, even though it was technically never mine. Often, I feel their arrogance and reckless decisions sever ties to the fans and the team's glorious past. And I wonder if that glory will ever return. I love owner Jerry and despise GM Jerry. I beg the football gods for him to see the light and help build a football team from the foundation (OL and DL) up rather than from the penthouse suite.
Even as I have hung the original six Ring of Honor inductees' framed posters in my two sons' rooms, I wonder if I will ever witness what I did as a child and again in my college days - the Dallas Cowboys winning the Super Bowl. I will undoubtedly cheer for them until I breathe my last. I just hope we all as fans can enjoy more successful years than what we've been witnessing for 17 seasons.
So while the Cowboys may not win a playoff game again in 2014, I will be watching. I will still drink from my Cowboys coffee mug on Sundays and smile at Bob Lilly, Roger Staubach, Mel Renfro and company before I tuck my boys in at night. I guess I just miss what this franchise was to me in my youth - a football Camelot. Now, it resembles more of a "Keeping up with the Kardashians" episode.
Yet, I'm certain I will do my best to will Jerry into picking Aaron Donald and others who may be the next generation of framed posters above my grandsons' beds. Just not certain he will oblige. But I'm curious my fellow Cowboy fans...where do you stand?