Sometimes in life there are people who do really well and have all the luck, the looks and the money and barely lift a finger. Then there are average everyday people who work their asses off and live day to day, paycheck to paycheck and feel as if they are going nowhere.
Some of you may relate to one or the other, or even both. Or, maybe you are in the third division – lazy, poor, no-good-for-nothing… you get the idea. I’d like to think the majority of people are in the middle, like myself. Good, honest people who work hard for a living, and are always hoping for a better day, a better way.
To some football is just a game, for others its everything. Its a lot like life.
While I know and believe the Cowboys can do better, I also want to believe they work their tails off every practice and every game. But you know when you work your hands to the bone, putting in overtime and taking work home just to stay above water, yet you still fall short? All you can really do is keep fighting and praying to the Lord to give you the strength to keep fighting another day.
This season has been a rough ride so far. Six weeks into the season and I still don’t know who this team really is. With a couple of exceptions, the team has been very unstable. I’m all for a new hero and/or leader every week but when you go into the game unsure of who you can count on, it’s not a good thing.
Being a loyal fan to this team hasn’t been an easy job either this season. Dreading going into work because you don’t want to talk football around the water cooler has become all too familiar. Defending a team that can’t seem to finish the job can get extremely exhausting quick.
In each loss there was a chance to come back, but that right there is the one thing that makes a good team, a championship team. You have to be able to capitalize on the opponent’s mistakes and make the impossible happen.
There is nothing in this world that could ever change my allegiance to this team. I honestly believe its in my genes and running through my blood. Being a Dallas Cowboys fan is the only thing I have in common with the majority of my family, especially my father. I could never let it go, no matter what.
We’ve been through good times and bad. Although it seems lately all we hear about is the bad. But we are strong. We got through times with Terrell Owens, and Pacman Jones for heaven’s sake. We can take anything!
I have to admit, I thank God that Jerry Jones didn’t go for Michael Vick (but that’s another story, another time).
So while it may seem like I’ve been quiet, I’ve just been sitting back trying to get to know my team. I’m too optimistic, and more often than not, it ends up breaking my heart. But that’s who I am.
I get pumped up before every Cowboys game, and in my heart and soul I believe MY team is going to win every game. From the moment the game kicks off until the last whistle blows I don’t give up hope. I have never been able to turn off a game while its in progress and I don’t believe I’ve ever said the words, “My team sucks!” And, I never will.
I’m not saying it’s wrong to be critical of your team, or to be truthful when the truth hurts. I’m just saying that’s not me. To each their own, we all have our own way to celebrate or mourn, and I love all my Rowdy friends!