HOLY COWBOYS FOOTBALL LOVIN’ CANNOLI!
(Never thought I would start an article like that… Obnoxious. Moving along.)
I don’t want to be one to state the obvious, but I will. A HUGE countdown is upon us! There is less than a week to wait for our beloved ‘Boys to hit the field for Training Camp… And by less than a week, I mean 5 days! FIVE! You can count ‘em on one hand! #Glorious (No, that’s not a typo, it’s a hashtag… Anything you tweet from here to Sunday that is Cowboys related needs a #Glorious …New rule for the week. You’re Welcome.
The past two weeks I have shared part of a quirky little series about The Illustrious Cowboys Cup. If you are new to this shenanigans, Welcome! To catch yourself up, mosey on over to The Beginning and A Country Concert… Then pop on back and enjoy this week’s tale of The Cup!
During a random day at work, I was heading back to my office from the beloved water cooler, The Cup in hand. I popped by a co-workers office to chat it up with him. “Knock Knock, can I bug ya for a second?” He spun around in his chair and before I could get another word out of my mouth he caught sight of The Cup and said “Cowboys?!” I sheepishly said “yes.” I don’t know why I get shy when people ask about my affinity for the ‘Boys. It’s kind of a bizarre reaction if you think about it, but I digress. Let’s save Freud’s psychoanalysis for another time.
I explained my Texas-sized love for our ‘boys. Turns out my work friend is a lover of all things Vikings… All I could think about were all of the inappropriatly awesome things I could say about Brett Favre, Helga Hats and Vikings Horns. Oh man. Why the Vikings?! Why not the Bears or the Packers or the Chiefs!? Wait, no, not the Chiefs… Never the Chiefs! How do I always find myself in situations where I am forced to curb the smack talk… I am not interested in lessons on self-control but again, I digress. I played nice since I do work with this super-stellar dude. Turns out he is a born and raised Iowa guy and his hometown is only a few hours away from Minneapolis. When your state doesn’t have a Pro Football Team, I guess the most logical choice is to pick the closest one. I get it. My co-worker was off the hook for his love of all things purple and gold, and another Tale of The Cup was in the books.
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