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How bout them Cowboys                                .

Daniel Pons

My father since i was 5 years old, dressed me completeley as a Cowboys on Sundays. He used to put on my Troy Aikman socks, navy shorts, and a Emmith Smith jersey. Every sunday, my house will be packed, with really nice food, chips, and a beatiful football atmosphere. My older brother, didnt like that much football, instead, he was playing with toys all around the house. We were all ready, sitting at the top of the couch, ready to see with my father, his all time favorite team, and at times, he could be really passionate about it. I think this made me the Dallas Cowboy fan, that i am. So the game started, the Cowboys were playing the Eagles, those Green mean jerseys that i hate even more as the years passed. It wasnt pretty, at the beggining, the Eagles had scored 2 quick touchdowns and we were down 14 nothing. It was a nightmare, my father, yelling each time he could to the players as if he was Bill Parcells. So my Dallas Cowboys never came back that game, the loss 30 – 10 to the damned Eagles. My father, was all seriousness the Mondays after a loss. He used to go to work a bit late, never really wanted to stand up from his bed because of the pain those Eagles had caused them. So there it was, a long week ahead from the Cowboys playing again on Sunday. It was a routine, waiting each long, boring day, until that perfect Sunday arrived. You can really tell when Sunday was arriving, my father is spending all night already watching Inside the Nfl, listening to the same old, crunchy, and irritating made at the Cowboys and how they were the mediocre team in the NFL. He was fed up of those comments, since my father watched them in the 90`s when they were winners of 3 straight SuperBowls. Its always the same story with the Cowboys, Americas Team who hasnt won anything in 20 something years. My father isa ll about his team, he is really waiting to that time again to come, the glory days, the perfect days, when all that team knew to do was winning football games, and be the real Americas Team. So there it was, 15 years have passed and im a reflection of my father nowadays. Still waiting for that magic, that feeling you get when your team is playing good, it make your sundays better, made your weeks whole better, that magic, that same happiness that made me and my father a Cowboy Fan.