With the 4th of July behind us, I officially welcome you to the Dog Days of Summer! The time after OTA’s and mini-camps but before Training Camp. Since one can only speculate so much about how a season will pan out, I am sprinkling in a few articles that are a little more fun and off-beat in nature. I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences as much as I enjoy telling you about them.
To catch yourself up, check out my article from last week, Tales of the Illustrious Cowboys Cup: The Beginning.
I am a big fan of music. If you take a gander through my Spotify playlists you might cringe at the array of tunes you will find. One genre that has always held a little slice of Heaven for me is Country. The first concert I ever attended was John Michael Montgomery at our local county fair. Growing up a city girl, that may be the first time I have ever readily admitted either of the previous two sentences!
In an effort to embrace and do the things in life that make me happy, I recently attended my first Toby Keith concert. For me, he is the epitome of ‘Merica. I was informed by my fellow attendees that when you go to see Toby Keith in concert, you also must tailgate before the Toby Keith concert… Tailgating, Toby Keith and all things US of A… SIGN. ME. UP.
Wanting to look the part, I rocked my cowgirl boots and I bought a killer cowgirl hat. We packed the pickup truck with food and adult bevies and away we went… The Illustrious Cowboys Cup in hand! We arrived and set up camp and started to make new friends. A few passerbys gave me some odd looks – Maybe they never seen a City Girl gone country, or maybe it was my oversized belt buckle. It did scream City Girl gone a little obnoxious. It was awesome. I digress.
My favorite passerby was perhaps the man in a cutoff Cowboys t-shirt and black cowboy hat. I saw that Texas sized star coming a mile away. As he and his lady approached, I simply lifted my cup, tipped my cowgirl hat and smiled. He did a double-take at the cup and a smile came across his face. He gave me a “Go Cowboys!” battle cry to which I replied a very loud “Hell Yeah!”
Random chance meetings and moments between Cowboys fans coming together in unlikely places. Creating smile inducing memories with fellow lovers of the ‘Boys. Who knew Cowboys fans could be found and united in the map dot city of Clarkston, Michigan.