I was not a jock when I was in school. In fact, my sport of choice, cycling, was major nerd territory. When I was in school it would still be three years before pretty boy Greg LaMond won the Tour De France three time and about a ten years before Iron Man and Living God on Earth Lance Armstrong would win the Tour Seven Times. When I was into cycling it was ruled by people with unpronounceable names using equipment suppled by companies with unpronounceable names most often riding in countries I had never heard of-with, yes, unpronounceable names. This was not a sport your school would have a pep rally for. Even now it is still more of a nerd sport. Not quite as bad as soccer and curling, but still no where near as popular or accessible as say, figure skating or pole vaulting.
I am not a fan of basketball or baseball, or well, any sport where they play a couple of hundred games a year and any individual game is virtually meaningless. Football, on the other hand, you can be out of the post season weeks before the playoffs get underway. This means, all the games can count. Plus, they don’t play football all the damned time. There are sixteen regular season games, three rounds of playoffs and then the Superbowl.
Ok, I live in Dallas, so unless the Cowboys are playing, well, that last game doesn’t really matter much. But it does have some pretty spiffy commercials and there is the odd chance of seeing some has-been singer’s top malfunction. Of course, this year’s has-been is Prince, so not so much excitement this time round.
For the Cowboys there is a curse on the head of one Owner Jerry Jones, and it may not lift while he is still around. The last time the Cowboys won a Superbowl, Barry ‘Boomer’ Switzer was the head coach. He held the much prized Lombardi Trophy and was reaching out to Jerry Jones to shake his hand on the victory. Classless Jerry the Redneck shoved Barry’s hand aside and yanked the trophy out the stunned Switzer’s grasp. Of course, this was the same pea brain that made his first official act as new owner of the Cowboys to fire Tom Landry with the standard don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.
No, I am not going to forgive Owner Jethro for anything.
Ok, I’m taking a deep breath and shaking myself to get the anger out of my system. Today’s game should be pretty good. Two great teams going at it. Of course, there was a brief shinning moment where we all thought that Savior Romo was going to lead the Cowboys to the promised land once more.
Did you hear they are making a commemorative Butterfinger’s bar?
It’s going to be called the Tony Romo.
We are a tough crowd when it comes to the Cowboys, if they aren’t winning the Superbowl, we don’t have much use for them. And when they are winning the Superbowl, we expect them to keep winning it.
