Don’t Mess with Texas Football…

Texans take there football very serious, from watching Pee-Wee Leagues all the way to traveling 500 miles to sit in a parking lot to be crown the best tailgate partier for their favorite team. Most women here base their shopping days on Sunday, Monday and Friday Nights. The girls go do their thing while they know the boys would be sitting in the same spot when they get back. I guess this was one of the reasons that my wife married me was I may don’t like to sit all day and watch football. I don’t own a football jersey or even a football to play in the yard with. I don’t jump up and down like a crazed maniac when ever a team makes a touchdown as if I personally had something to do with it. Anyway this post has nothing to do with me, I am writing about the true blue fans, the ones that have that crazy look in there eye when the team is 4^th and Goal with 15 seconds to go. Like my neighbors for example; these guys live two houses up from me. I don’t have to know when Dallas is playing; they show me by putting up this big inflatable Dallas Cowboy Blowup in the middle of their driveway. Like this one:

They open up the garage door, have a few friends and family members over to watch on the 60 LCD TV and couches that are set up in there. I don’t have to know the score of the game or see who the game is progressing; all I have to do is listen to them. If the Cowboys lose the game, all is quite and then you see that inflatable giant go flat and slowly get dragged indoors. If they win then all hell breaks loose. Well that does not sound like radical fans you may say. Let me give you another example by using my neighbors again. Apparently the Cowboys made two stupid mistakes that cost them the game, (if you’re a fan then you know which game I am talking about). Well this made my neighbors so upset that they all went over to the big balloon and started beating on it with bats and broom handles! One of them came out with a pistol and started shooting at it! After the police left it was quite for the next couple of games. Then what did I see this weekend, but a new blowup Cowboy, even bigger than the first.

 Well the Cowboys managed to win the game in overtime and they went nuts. They were dancing, shouting and throwing beer all over each other as if I was watching some pagan ritual right before my eyes. You would have thought that they had won the SuperBowl by their public display. I just hope next year, for the Cowboys sake, that they do make it to the SuperBowl just to make the neighborhood a better place for at least one more year.