It was the fall of 1991 and I was eight. I am willing to bet a lot of money that I was probably the only eight year old girl on the block who wanted to play NFL football when I grew up. To really get the irony of the situation you have to realize that I am a mid-west girl and the game of baseball ruled my family. I was a little girl from Michigan who believed Troy Aikman & the Dallas Cowboys ruled the world.
I don’t know what caught my attention, I mean let’s look at the facts, I lived 1200 miles from Dallas and the Barry Sanders Era was just beginning in Detroit. It could have been the collaboration of Jerry & Jimmy, the perfect storm of Aikman, Emmit & Irvin, or the fact that they played the Lions in Detroit during the playoffs that year. Something made me take notice. Something about the Cowboys captivated me… I was hooked.
Fast forward 21 years… I am a few days away from 30 and still in love with the Cowboys of the Big D. Only now things are different. I’m not a little girl watching the game with innocence and awe. I’m a grown woman watching the game from a place of knowledge. Like all of us, I am forced to see the politics, the way money talks, the way the game has changed. It’s neither good or bad, but it is different.
What happens when you fall in love with America’s Team and get to witness their greatness, only to watch them stumble and fall?
This off season, we sit, we wait, we wonder… Maybe this is our year. Maybe this is our time. Maybe this is the year we will be great again.
To those of us holding out hope… Cheers, Dez