Last time someone “~stomp stomp’d~” a thread I made it was an active thread for weeks and a month later still remains on your main page.~stomp stomp~
I’ll never forget watching his intro PC and how excited I was for our future.I woke up screaming this morning.
Parcells was hired just a little over 6 years after Dallas' last Super Bowl win.
Gosh it doesn't feel that way at all. Feels like the opposite. Like we were awful forever and Parcells came in and fixed shit. And it feels like him fixing shit wasn't that long ago.I woke up screaming this morning.
Parcells was hired just a little over 6 years after Dallas' last Super Bowl win.
It has now been 15 years since Parcells left Dallas.
Hey baby, you awake yet?
So... why do you?No, seriously…. Why do you root for this more fucked up than a bag of dead babies organization?
Born in Dallas and raised there Was even at the 1st game in the Cotton Bowl
They were the best press conferences.I’ll never forget watching his intro PC and how excited I was for our future.
I don’t. Not anymore. Literally root for them to lose. My hate for the Jones family circus utterly killed my once impenetrable love for this team.So... why do you?
Myself? I was 3 years old when my father had a fatal work-related accident. It was the late 70's.
Mediocre is how we roll.Gosh it doesn't feel that way at all. Feels like the opposite. Like we were awful forever and Parcells came in and fixed shit. And it feels like him fixing shit wasn't that long ago.
Myself? I was 3 years old when my father had a fatal work-related accident. It was the late 70's.
My mother was devastated and had to find work in the tiny, tiny town of Ingleside, TX to support her 3 children.
My brother and sister were 10 and 11 years older than me and they were always gone. The only person that would come around and take care of me was this 80-something year old man who had his driver's license taken away by his daughter so he would ride his bicycle to our trailer and make sure I was okay (I remember it was the mayor of Ingleside that would pick me up from pre-school because no one else would/could).
He was the one that made Sunday's Cowboys day and we would sit, he would give me a stick of spearmint gum and he would explain football to me while watching his beloved Dallas Cowboys. They then became my beloved Cowboys.
To me it was the time of my life and still some of the most wonderful memories I still look fondly upon.
Old Mr. Campbell riding up on his bike and his sneaking me a stick of gum, lol and Cowboy's football.
He died a few years later and I carried on the tradition of Cowboy's Sunday to this day.
Both in honor of him and I just became a fan that won't stop being a fan.
I admire the unbridled passion.My dad was the most hard core fan I’ve ever met. Once he shot the antenna off of the tower with his shotgun after a loss. Another time he kicked a hole in the side of the console TV with his boot.