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How Crazy Of A Cowboys Fan Are You?

We all have our own level of craziness when it comes to the team we love.

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Being a Cowboys fan is serious business for me. I live, breathe, and drink all things Cowboys. I even dress the part. For example, here is a quick little run down of my repertoire of clothing attire for the week during football season:

Monday - Cowboys T-shirt

Tuesday - Cowboys T-shirt

Wednesday - Cowboys Polo-shirt with a collar (because I have a work meeting)

Thursday - Cowboys T-shirt

Friday - casual Friday is Jersey day!

Saturday - no shirt unless I leave the house...in which case it’s a Cowboys t-shirt

Sunday - Cowboys Jersey

As you can see, it’s not hard for me to make any decisions when I’m dressing myself. The most difficult thing is rounding up two socks.

There is not a day that goes by that I’m not reading, writing, or talking about the Dallas Cowboys. So, it’s probably not that surprising that my mood is heavily swayed by the outcome of the Cowboys game on any given week. I’m sure many of you can relate. Victory Monday means a great week. A disappointing loss means seven days of dodging people who love to throw salt on your wounds. I used to have friends on Facebook that would choose to taunt me after a Cowboys loss. Maybe they still do, I wouldn’t know...I have them blocked now. A disappointing loss is the equivalent to a pet dying for me. And I know that seems harsh to make that connection, but it’s a big deal for me. Like a pet, the Cowboys bring me a lot of happiness, however they never piss on my carpet.

Speaking of pets, my wife loves hamsters and during a close Sunday night game against the New York Giants a few years ago, something terrible happened. Let’s call this hamster “Twinkie” because, well, that’s the stupid name she gave him. Plus, it was yellow and looked like a Twinkie. Anyways, Twinkie, who was a great pet as far as hamsters go, happened to die during the fourth quarter of the Giants game. My wife, who was sad, asked if I could remove him from the cage because it was too hard for her to deal with. That’s fine, I understand. I simply asked her if it could wait a few minutes as the game was real close and almost over. She just stood there for a second and walked away. I know what she was thinking, “what an insensitive jerk.” Maybe I was, but let’s be sensible. Twinkie’s already dead. It’s not like she was asking me to perform hamster-CPR on him and I just shunned her away like I had more important things to do. What is it going to hurt to wait a little longer? Twinkie is certainly not going to mind.

When I wear my Cowboys emotions on my sleeve, some people will be quick to remind me, “it’s just a game.” Those people annoy me. They try to downplay something I am passionate about as if it’s silly and then proceed to walk out the house with their phones to catch Pokeman. Listen, we all have things that are important to us so back off with trying to tell me that my passion is juvenile.

Football is a serious thing to a lot of people. And when it comes to the Dallas Cowboys, it’s typically a love/hate ordeal. Recently, The Cool One posted an article that showed the eight fansbases that hate the Cowboys the most. The hate is strong.

A man in Las Vegas who is is facing a double-murder trial asked if he could wear his Tony Romo jersey to court. Of course things of this nature will just give haters something to complain about as they attempt to associate evil with the Cowboys. If this guy wanted to wear a Jacksonville Jaguars jersey, nobody would care about it. But since it’s the Cowboys, it becomes newsworthy. That’s the price one pays for being “America’s Team.” Regardless of what is happening with the Cowboys, America always wants to know.

I consider myself a kindhearted person in society. I hold the door open for people and will let them cut in front of me in traffic. And if they screw up my order at the drive through, I’ll just suck it up and eat it. However, if I see an Eagles bumper sticker, I will immediately assume they are a terrible driver. I become very susceptible to road rage at that point.

My wife gets so sick of seeing silver and blue stuff all over our house that she has set down some rules as to how the decor of our shared homestead should go. I tried to be sneaky one time when “we” chose teal as the color of our couch sectional, but she quickly figured out that it was the color of the Cowboys pants. You be the judge...

Now, I have little say in those types of decisions. I think she tried to pay me back because one time I found a pillow with a green pillow case on our bed. I refused to sleep on it. She thought I was being ridiculous and maybe she’s right, but let’s just say that both me and my dog sleep a lot better at night as we now have our own favorite pillows to sleep on.

My sons name is Dalen (rhymes with “Alan”) and my wife is convinced I tried to name him as close to “Dallas” as I could. I guess we’ll never know the truth about that one. My father-in-law, who is a San Francisco 49ers fan, tried to buy him a 49ers shirt when he was little. I told him if he did, that I would use it as an oil rag for my truck. He thought I was being funny. I wasn’t. My wife got mad at me for that one, but hey - everything has it’s purpose.

Of course, my most bratty moment came after the 49ers defeated the Cowboys in the 1994 NFC Championship game. It was the game that the Cowboys spotted them 21 points in the first quarter. By the way, if you remember that game well, then you should appreciate just how meaningful it was for Dak Prescott and company to fight back from a 21-3 deficit in last season’s playoff game against the Green Bay Packers to make it a game again. Anyway, Troy Aikman and his squad fought back, but came up short. The referees missed a clear pass interference when Deion Sanders was all over Michael Irvin in the fourth quarter that would have made it a game again. And it didn’t help that coach Barry Switzer got a unsportsmanlike penalty for harassing the refs after the missed call. It was a tough loss and ended the Cowboys chances of a three-peat.

I was so distraught from this game that I called up Sports Illustrated magazine and ordered a two-year subscription. When they told me that their giveaway gift was the 49ers championship video (which I already knew because I saw their commercial) I asked for a different gift. They told me that was the only promo gift they had to give away, so I canceled my order. I deliberately wasted 10 minutes of their time out of spite.

That wasn’t my finest moment.


What about you? How much are the Dallas Cowboys a part of your life? Are you the type who has a star tattoo or are there other things you do that some people would question your sanity? Are you like Rocky Boone?

Let’s hear your stories...