Where to begin? The dichotomy of this site is vast. On one hand we have the (usually) lighthearted banter and occasional heated debate about sports that seems to be the pervading theme of most of the posts so far. On the other hand, we have the underlying reason for creating this site. A young man who had a love of sports and was afflicted by a disease that strikes thousands a day and has undoubtedly affected everyone on this site in one way or another.
On July 26, 2013 it will be 9 years since my dad lost his battle with Cancer. Until his final days he was: father first; attorney second; Cowboys fan third. You may be able to fiddle with the order of that.
As a child I remember watching Cowboys games and Monday Night Football in my mom and dad’s room with my two brothers. All of us Cowboys fans. If I hadn’t been a Cowboys fan, I would have probably been disowned if not flogged at the very least. I recall my first Danny White “Hutch” uniform. I think I had at least three more. In elementary school I recall going to play soccer games on Sundays in Harlingen or Brownsville and listening to Brad Shamm and some other knucklehead not named Babe Laughenberg (who is a knucklehead of monumental proportions) call the games on AM radio. I remember my dad cozying up to James Haynes’ dad on the sidelines during our games because he had a portable radio and ear phones and would listen to the Cowboys games. In Jr. High and High School I recall watching the three Super Bowls that the Cowboys won in our living room. And in college, every phone conversation invariably turned to how shitty Quincy Carter was. Or whether or not Randall Cunningham, Tony Banks, Clint Stoerner, Chad Hutchinson, or any other “worthless piece of shit quarterback” (as he liked to call them) we had could help us win. The point is that some of my earliest and most vivid and fond memories with not only my dad, but my family in general, were through sports and more particularly, the Cowboys.
The idea of sharing sports insight with some of my camaradas is a pretty nice alternative to endless facebook and email threads. But the current the flows beneath the surface is one that is endearing to my being also. Cowboys, sports, family, friends, and massive amounts of shit talking; the 5 building blocks for a successful year.
On that note, its Friday and 5 o’clock; “Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness.”–Dostoyeskyi. Have a happy weekend, boys.