Arrrgh... damn Cowboys lost. Ooh, heavens to betsy!!! I went to the game on MNF for the halftime "Ring Of Honor" festivities. The "triplets", Troy, Emmitt and Micheal. Nuff said'... Here is something from the Dallas Morning News that explains my sentiments perfectly and why I love my team and these guys. Read and enjoy:
Back in the day" has declined into a trite set-up phrase, overused by people lacking the vocabulary to say, "You know, like, before now"
Well, kids back in the day, football fans had the special priviledge of watching three superb talents, Troy Aikman, Michael Irvin and Emmitt Smith - grow together into champions. "The Triplets" formed the heart and soul of Dallas Cowboys teams that won three Super Bowl titles in four seasons.
This was waaaay back in the day, before the Internet dominated our lives and everyone and his sister were experts in all things NFL because they owned their own fantasy teams.
The Triplets were from an NFL whose dominant franchises were identified by the players inside the jerseys, more than the uniforms themselves. Players were less the interchangable parts they are today, shifted around by "salary-cap concerns" or shifting themselves through free agency or forced trades.
Mr. Aikman, Mr. Irvin and Mr. Smith had plenty of help - a strong group of driven, veteran players around them and, for a time, a topflight coach - as they led the Cowboys to that special Team of the Decade status for the 1990s, following the Green Bay Packers of the '60s, Pittsburgh Steelers of the '70s and San Francisco 49ers of the '80s.
Each franchise had an identifiable core around which pieces were added to form a dominant whole. And you knew the names and bios of their stars.
Today? The New England Patriots could well be the team of the decade, but beyond Tom Brady, can you name them? Yes the Indianapolis Colts have Peyton Manning, Edgerrin James and Marvin Harrison; call us back when they win something.
It's fitting that Mr. Aikman, Mr. Irvin and Mr. Smith entered the Ring of Honor together last night. Their special union was the last we'll see.
How bout' dem' Cowboys?! :) Well I'm sure I would have enjoyed Dallas more if the bartendresses or whatever you call them didn't all look like Hulk Hogan in the face! Quick points about Dallas, the city not the Cowboys... The hispanics rule that bitch! It was almost like "Taco Bell you better not bring your fake ass around here, we have the reaaaal shit!" I saw guys at a taco stand at like 8am in the morning! I turned the car around and got in line too! I love tacos! :) Even fu*king Burger King was selling tacos... wtf! And Dallas also must be King of the strip clubs and 7-11's cuz' that's basically all i saw. Special shout out to 7-11 man! I sweet talked some girl working there into selling me the whole Dallas Morning News Cowboys medallion collection in one day. That's a special their paper has going on until October of collecting medallions of Cowboys legends. anyways, she was a cutie too. dont you hate that... you see a beautiful girl that you know you will never see again in life so you just soak up the moment?! I started having all these fantasies of all of sudden of us having a family and watching Cowboys games together all while standing there at the counter. Yikes, crazy huh? I tailgated at some Cowboys bar across from Texas stadium. We truly must be "America's team" cuz' in that bar, over the span of like, three minutes I met a guy from England that had come for the game, Cowboys fans that had driven all the way from D.C. and a guy that does nothing but follow the team around in a 1.6 million dollar RV!!! (Great God that was a super bus!) I swear I need to check into AA. In thirty minutes before the game this is what my drink list totaled: three Jack and cokes, two Tecate beers, a margarita and two guiness stout pints. Needless to say I wobbled like a madman into the stadium. Now I can hold my liquor like a champion but it was just soo damn steamy inside the stadium I was sweating like five fat ladies in the back of a mini-cooper! I proceeded to fall in love with more young babes in the stadium all wearing cowboys jerseys and growing louder and louder by the minute. "Marry me, we can watch cowboy games together and i can watch you just walk around the house in nothing but that jersey!" I was gettin' on my own nerves but by then, the party was in full swing. Hee, hee... I stayed in a pretty nice hotel. After the game the lobby was so full of hot toddies I couln't take it anymore. I was drained. My high had been brought down by the fact that we lost in such dramatic fashion. I just ordered Dominoes and went to bed... No wild party at Bill Parcells house, no late night visits with Michael Irvin to the coke house, nothing... No parties with Troy... just went to bed and can only hope that the next time I go to see them play they can win one for the Gipper! Peace...
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