Meredith: I love lists. And not just to-do lists, though those are integral to my daily existence, I’m talking sports lists — Top 10 plays of the week, top rankings of players of all time, best stories of athletes overcoming diversity, etc. It’s so subjective, but I think it is fascinating from a sociological perspective in terms of why people view certain events in incredibly different ways. I want to know what your Top Cowboys Fandom moments are — they can be good or bad — and why. Ready, Set, Go….
Don: And they are good click-bait.
Meredith: No, we would never do that.
Don: Never…. Am I just supposed to tell you all of them? Seems unfair. Why don’t we go one for one?
Meredith: Fine. As per usual, we will do it your way.
Don: Ok, this is tough, but here it goes, I’m going to use between good and bad. I’m not picking the Super Bowl wins or other obvious ones, but some of the slightly less prominent moments I felt were special, or especially painful.
The New Bullies in Town, Cowboys vs. Eagles, 1993 playoffs: The Eagles bullied, tortured and beat us down for years. They were the older brother who could always push us around, and took joy in doing so. They took the bullying so far that they even targeted poor little kicker Luis Zendejas, who weighed 165 lbs soaking wet.
But that day, we showed for the first time we could hit back even harder, and we weren’t the younger sibling who couldn’t stand up for himself anymore. We became the bullies. The game was so much more than the blowout the score indicated, 34-10. We physically beat them up, on both sides of the ball. By the end of the game, it looked like we ripped the soul out of the whole Eagles organization and they knew not only was the game lost, but the NFC East was going to be ours for a long time to come.
It was a touchstone moment for the team, and for a young fan who had to watch the game on VHS tape because I had my Police Athletic League football awards reception during the game and I was screaming at people to not tell me the score.
Meredith: The days of no DVR. It’s one of those things younger fans will never understand. Here’s one of my very first:
“Don’t Tell Your Grandmother” I can’t tell you anything that happened in that 1984 Monday Night Football game versus the Rams, but I know it is hands down one of my favorite Cowboys memories. I was four, my brother was six and we lived with my grandparents. It being Monday night – and being four years old – bedtime was way before the end of the game. We were allowed to watch some of the game with our Papa, but then it was off to bed we went. Except, being prone to mischief, we didn’t.
We shared a bedroom and would jump back and forth from bed to bed – it was, quite possibly, the greatest thing ever. This particular evening, just like your mother warns you about the monkeys, my brother fell and bumped his head. Papa, the softie he was, let him go back out to the living room to watch the game until he “felt better.” I was SO JEALOUS. I kept trying to sneak back out too, but our room was next to our grandparents’ and my Mum Mum kept catching me and ordering me back.
But, my Papa was a wily one. When my Mum Mum went to get ready for bed, he snuck in, scooped me up, whispered, “Don’t tell your grandmother,” and took me out to the couch so the three of us could snuggle and watch the game together. We didn’t even make it till the end – we all fell asleep together on the couch and my grandmother found us in the morning. That was the last full season we had with him – he passed away the next year – and I am always so grateful for that random Monday night game. We were his kiddos and he basked in sharing the love of the sport with us.