Being a Cowboys fan is serious business for me. I live, breathe, and drink all things Cowboys. I even dress the part. For example, here is a quick little run down of my repertoire of clothing attire for the week during football season:
Monday – Cowboys T-shirt
Tuesday – Cowboys T-shirt
Wednesday – Cowboys Polo-shirt with a collar (because I have a work meeting)
Thursday – Cowboys T-shirt
Friday – casual Friday is Jersey day!
Saturday – no shirt unless I leave the house…in which case it’s a Cowboys t-shirt
Sunday – Cowboys Jersey
As you can see, it’s not hard for me to make any decisions when I’m dressing myself. The most difficult thing is rounding up two socks.
There is not a day that goes by that I’m not reading, writing, or talking about the Dallas Cowboys. So, it’s probably not that surprising that my mood is heavily swayed by the outcome of the Cowboys game on any given week. I’m sure many of you can relate. Victory Monday means a great week. A disappointing loss means seven days of dodging people who love to throw salt on your wounds. I used to have friends on Facebook that would choose to taunt me after a Cowboys loss. Maybe they still do, I wouldn’t know…I have them blocked now. A disappointing loss is the equivalent to a pet dying for me. And I know that seems harsh to make that connection, but it’s a big deal for me. Like a pet, the Cowboys bring me a lot of happiness, however they never piss on my carpet.
Speaking of pets, my wife loves hamsters and during a close Sunday night game against the New York Giants a few years ago, something terrible happened. Let’s call this…
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