midswat
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The other day I had a long PM exchange with @NoDak where he asked me how I overcame the sickness that is being a Dallas Cowboys fan. After I explained it to him, he sent a number of long winded messages praising me for my brilliance, my resiliency, before ultimately making it weird by asking for pictures of my belly button. But he also recommended I share this with you all...
Back story: I was a die hard like I guess everyone here. Flew to Dallas from Virginia multiple times to see games. Bought my kids Cowboys swag. Spent countless wasted hours posting and moderating Cowboys forums. Planned life events and work related issues just so I could watch the Cowboys play. True story: when I was a Realtor, I had people call me about one of my listings. Problem is, it was a Sunday afternoon and we were about to play the Jaguars. So instead of meeting them and trying to close the deal, I referred them to a colleague. They ended up buying the house. I made the commission as the listing agent, but I could've had commission for the sales agent as well had I not been such a diehard. Cowboys played like shit and we lost that game, btw.
My point is simply that there was a time in my life when I lived and died by this team. I. Could. Not. Get. Enough.
When he was initially hired, I bought into Garrett. He mostly looked and sounded the part and I liked the idea of a home grown coach. Good story. Plus I loved the team so I was rooting for him.
After the three straight 8-8 seasons where had we won our week 17 game, we'd get into the playoffs, only to see us lose - I was done with Garrett. I suspected he was a fraud prior and there were countless frustrations... but it was then that I basically started rooting for losses.
Around that time was the Jerry Jones post game interview where a reporter (name escapes me) pressed Jerry after a loss to Atlanta, on him being a shitty GM and if he'd change. Jerry just had that shit eating smirk and kept reiterating the team was at an advantage with him in charge.
So it was during that time frame when I grew an intense disdain for the head coach, the owner, and oh by the way the game day experiences were mostly inconsistent, underachieving, and even embarrassing. One Sunday, I just had an epiphany:
I just asked myself what I was doing? Why am I supporting this team? And more importantly.... if I knew in the infancy of my fandom what I knew now, would I still do it? In other words, if I some way some how could go back to, say, 1997 with the knowledge that the next 15 years would be what they were, would I still spend every Sunday in front of the TV? Or argue endlessly on forums? Would I still spend hard earned money on gear and games?
The answer was no.
Okay then... knowing that, I then had thought to myself, with this owner, his family, his coach, how they run the organization, et cetera - is there any reason whatsoever to think anything would be different over the next 15+ years?
Again, the answer was no. So what was the point?
Loving the Cowboys is like loving a addict who doesn't think she has an addiction. You keep hoping things'll get better, but they don't. Because just like the addict doesn't think they have a problem, the Jones family doesn't think they're the problem. They're making money hand over fist and they've got a rabid, idiot fan base that will never stop supporting, no matter how bad times get.
Once you come to peace in knowing that this team is not only wasting your time, but also pissing on you and calling it rain... its easy to stop supporting. They're taking advantage of you. Just like once you realize the addict, or abuser, or cheater, will never change... it becomes easier to just walk away.
To still be a fan of this team is akin to an abused wife who's called the cops a dozen times on her husband, but refuses to press charges or leave because of some misguided thought that Jerry loves you and Jerrys gonna change. So if you're still a Cowboys fan after all of this... that's on you. Jerry gave you another black eye last night. Put your shades on and tell everyone who asks that you bumped your face on a wall. Keep lying to yourself that it'll be better.
Back story: I was a die hard like I guess everyone here. Flew to Dallas from Virginia multiple times to see games. Bought my kids Cowboys swag. Spent countless wasted hours posting and moderating Cowboys forums. Planned life events and work related issues just so I could watch the Cowboys play. True story: when I was a Realtor, I had people call me about one of my listings. Problem is, it was a Sunday afternoon and we were about to play the Jaguars. So instead of meeting them and trying to close the deal, I referred them to a colleague. They ended up buying the house. I made the commission as the listing agent, but I could've had commission for the sales agent as well had I not been such a diehard. Cowboys played like shit and we lost that game, btw.
My point is simply that there was a time in my life when I lived and died by this team. I. Could. Not. Get. Enough.
When he was initially hired, I bought into Garrett. He mostly looked and sounded the part and I liked the idea of a home grown coach. Good story. Plus I loved the team so I was rooting for him.
After the three straight 8-8 seasons where had we won our week 17 game, we'd get into the playoffs, only to see us lose - I was done with Garrett. I suspected he was a fraud prior and there were countless frustrations... but it was then that I basically started rooting for losses.
Around that time was the Jerry Jones post game interview where a reporter (name escapes me) pressed Jerry after a loss to Atlanta, on him being a shitty GM and if he'd change. Jerry just had that shit eating smirk and kept reiterating the team was at an advantage with him in charge.
So it was during that time frame when I grew an intense disdain for the head coach, the owner, and oh by the way the game day experiences were mostly inconsistent, underachieving, and even embarrassing. One Sunday, I just had an epiphany:
I just asked myself what I was doing? Why am I supporting this team? And more importantly.... if I knew in the infancy of my fandom what I knew now, would I still do it? In other words, if I some way some how could go back to, say, 1997 with the knowledge that the next 15 years would be what they were, would I still spend every Sunday in front of the TV? Or argue endlessly on forums? Would I still spend hard earned money on gear and games?
The answer was no.
Okay then... knowing that, I then had thought to myself, with this owner, his family, his coach, how they run the organization, et cetera - is there any reason whatsoever to think anything would be different over the next 15+ years?
Again, the answer was no. So what was the point?
Loving the Cowboys is like loving a addict who doesn't think she has an addiction. You keep hoping things'll get better, but they don't. Because just like the addict doesn't think they have a problem, the Jones family doesn't think they're the problem. They're making money hand over fist and they've got a rabid, idiot fan base that will never stop supporting, no matter how bad times get.
Once you come to peace in knowing that this team is not only wasting your time, but also pissing on you and calling it rain... its easy to stop supporting. They're taking advantage of you. Just like once you realize the addict, or abuser, or cheater, will never change... it becomes easier to just walk away.
To still be a fan of this team is akin to an abused wife who's called the cops a dozen times on her husband, but refuses to press charges or leave because of some misguided thought that Jerry loves you and Jerrys gonna change. So if you're still a Cowboys fan after all of this... that's on you. Jerry gave you another black eye last night. Put your shades on and tell everyone who asks that you bumped your face on a wall. Keep lying to yourself that it'll be better.