I just wrote this while watching all the Saints - Vikings hype for tonights first game of the season. It's intended to be shared with all my friends and family who are mostly Cowboys fans. But, I figured I'd share with my GDS familia.
How bout dem Cowboys?! by Johnny Fenoli
My seed was planted in a time of mediocracy.
When Danny White was dropping back and completing more passes to Eagles and Vikings than he was to his own team.
When Herschel Walker was the primary back, and not the bargining chip that would one day lead to dynasties.
When a legend once known as Touch Down, was now on his turn down.... before he rode off into the rockies...
Yes at the age of 10 these Cowboys weren't my Daddy's cowboys of the 70's...
My early Cowboys didn't have a doomsday device known as Lilly, like my daddy's daddy.
Yet... I watched...
Yet... we cheered... We waited....
Then from the sunshine state a new son rose....
as brash and confident as his former teams U... sed to be.
The man in the hat to took a step back, and was drove away.
I remember everyone being upset that day, the way they did Coach.
But I liked them boys swagger...
You see MY coach, he just got through runnin' things down in the MIA.
He was the leader of a south beach crew that ran things in the land of Heismans and Bowl Games.
Jimmy, he had a few...
So as Jimmy walked in to Dallas and signed that deal with the devil that forced the man in the hat back...
I waited....
First came the leader... the back bone and the spirit... the playmaker.
Still I waited...
Next was our golden boy... precission, excellence, perfection... #8.
We waited...
Trading away of the only man I could cheer for seemed like a chance to WALKer, away...
But I waited...
Then came the grindstone... Then came the sledge hammer... underdog, underapperciated, to small, too slow... Deuce Deuce.
We was almost there, and we waited...
THEN... IT HAPPENED.... The big 3, Irvin... Aikman... Emmitt...
Those would be our core... Those would be the ones to bring the Cowboys back to our Dynasty status.
While everyone I know cheered every time Irvin ran a post... Emmitt ran that sprint draw... and Troy thread a needle.
I watched the trenches.
I liked the dirt, the grime, the constant pounding... I liked to see the game in the trenches.
So, while every one I knew was clamoring for the #22 Jersey, I wanted a #79.
But, they dont make jersey's for the big boys inside. They got their shine only when the camera's ran too long on time.
Allow me to reintroduce... Big E, Nate, Step, Gogan, and Tui... My team, within my team.
In the 90's my team out shined my daddy's team.
Everyone tried to emmulate my team, but few could.
We ran through Bills and Steelers, on the way to our 3 rings...
No longer did we have to wait... Ahhhh....... finally...
Then...... One by one all my Cowboys rode off into their sunset in Canton.
Years have passed now, and hardly a glimpse....
We've watched as team after team wore OUR crown...
So now as I sit here watching as a Burbon Street brood, bounce to sounds of New Orleans brass... I wait...
But, not for long my fans... For this is the year of Destiny...
As we travel down this 19 game road toward Jerry's billion dollar Mecca I make my pilgrimage.
I ride with Romo... I travel these Miles... I make aware of D-Ware... and take two steps with Jones and Barber.
I wait no more, for now is the time that we ride again. Now is the time of destiny for my Dynasty.
The stars have aligned for one more time.
I can still hear that sound in Jimmy's voice.
Out will come that once again famous of line...
when we all yell........... HOW BOUT DEM COWBOYS?!