Any Dallas Cowboys lovin’ fan knows and understands the perils of the plight. You know you love your Cowboys when you fight to the death for them. (Ok, maybe using the word “death” is slightly dramatic, I digress.) Recently, I got into a fantastic debate with a guy at a bar over the Cowboys… It was a fact throwin’, other team hatin’, good old fashioned debate. I represented Cowboys Nation in stellar fashion, you should be proud.
There I was, minding my own business, enjoying my Jameson on a chill Friday night with the girls. They were causing their usual shenanigans while I sat at the bar enjoying a little ESPN. I casually chatted up a few people around me, but basically I was enjoying my drink, ESPN highlights and of course my Twitter app.
…And that’s when it happened…
A little snippet of Romo flashed on the screen and the guy sitting a few bar stools down, with enough hate to kill a bull, said “Cowboys Suck.” After dropping my phone, spilling my drink and basically falling out of my chair (another slight exaggeration I suppose). I casually recuperated myself and asked him what on God’s green Earth did he just say… That’s when he repeated it. I’m not sure why I was surprised that he repeated it, I think I expected him to change his tune and profess his undying love and adoration… Anyway, at that point, I did what any Cowboy lovin’ Italian chick would do. I let him know he was an Idiot, with a capital “I”. Poor chap looked at me as if he had been punched in the gut… And then the great debate began.
We bantered back and forth and did some mud-slinging but the kicker came when he told me his favorite team was the Kansas City Chiefs (this is the point in the story where you can laugh at the irony.) I
politely smugly asked him if he knew where the good ole’ Chiefs originated… I only wish you could have seen his jaw drop when I told him they used to be the Dallas Texans (Dez-1, Crazy Chiefs Fan-0). This is the point where I wish I could say I politely bowed out of the conversation, I mean, the thought did cross my mind, and then it left just as quick as it appeared. Being a sore winner is not beneath me and I had clearly just won. It was my duty to throw in a couple more zingers, one was about Herm, who I love if he were going to give me a pre-game pep talk, just not as a coach. Another was the Weatherford tackle, if “tackle” is in fact what we are calling jumping on a punt returners back and getting carried a few yards down field. I may or may not have Googled a photo and shown him. Not one of my finer moments.
As I said Sayonara that night, my new little friend let me know that though defeated, he was impressed. He still didn’t like Romo but he had a new respect for Cowboys fans. Like most of Cowboys Nation (especially in recent years) we have to take up our armor and defend our ‘Boys. This is just one the many battlefield tales out there. I would love to hear yours! Drop me an email, Tweet or Facebook message.
Cheers to the perils of the plight, Dez