How Bout Them Cowboys

While I sit for my Thanksgiving dinner, traditionally untraditional this year, I am faced with a conundrum encountered by many sports fans bum. As per tradition, Thanksgiving is flooded with images and sounds of professional football. My dilemma, however, is what to watch, rather, is a question of who to pull for as heaps of turkey and stuffing are shoveled in your face very grateful. With my traditional "always leave room for pie" sweatpants, I am faced with a decision between heroes and Chums childhood hometown. Yes, it's the Tampa Bay Buccaneers travel to Dallas, Texas to take on Team America, a little 'less known by the moniker, the Dallas Cowboys. I grew up with those Cowboys.In fact, as I'm watching the pre-game procedure, my mother is a distant rustling through locker groped to find my hand-knitted Cowboys helmet I wore like a cowboy died watching countless games. He was the guy that came down over my ears, I suppose to keep my head warm during the harsh winters bulb Texas, however, more and more I'm starting to believe it would serve as a buffer between my childish ears and array of colorful language be issued by various family members between now and then singing involuntary, "How Bout Them Cowboys;? another holiday tradition, but I digress On the other side of the field, however, were pirates in pewter aka. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I moved to Tampa directly from high school to attend college at the University of South Florida. I immediately adopted the local sports teams, as having lived in Daytona Beach has not offered to me in search of luxury, as there was the teams are located. I was always taught, and I think to this day, that rooting for the hometown team is a good thing for many reasons.I moved a bit 'like a child, from my hometown of Amarillo, Texas, for the mean streets of Minneapolis / St. Paul on the outskirts of Chicago, all the way, taking the traditions honored traditions of each community and its teams. rooting for the home team has a few minor conveniences that make life much more pleasant. The first, and above all, is not "that guy" (Lord, I apologize because I know you love sports too, but you'll get better once the title is explained). "That guy" is the one they simply do not let go. He is the sports bar wearing his commemorative, 1983 Philadelphia Phillies that seems to be gone on an epic journey, the likes of which Odysseus could not imagine. "That guy" proudly trotting in phase wear a Flyers jersey to watch the Tampa Bay Lightning take on the Washington Capitols, all the while going about his glory days back in "tha delphia" when he sat in the cabin of the same restaurant that was in Phil Esposito, two weeks before, or make sure you know that Uncle girlfriend of his brother once knew a guy that has a hole effective Mitch Williams mullet '. You know the guy. He has subscriptions to all the teams in the area, but refuses to admit that is a fan. did not hesitate, however, to load up his 1988 Oldsmobile heads for an autograph session with a bag full of Wal-Mart sporting goods and a child in tow who is trained in the intricate ways of being the absolute most hateful human being on the planet, but it is certainly a fan.You know "that guy". be a supporter of the team allows the city to enjoy Sunday afternoon on the banks of the stadium, you can read more than a one paragraph blurb in the sports pages , and makes you feel accepted as they drive to work Monday morning of the same mood as good as everyone else on the roads, because, "W is a W no matter how ugly 12-9 victory that was." Then there is the tradition and dedication. tradition as singing "Bear Down, Chicago Bears" or watching "The Super Bowl Shuffle" each summer to remember that hope is only 17 weeks away. Dedication, like putting the cheese on his head all the day, strapping on battery-powered heated socks to a playoff game in the snow, or cooking bratwurst in a storm of hail, because pork and mustard can cure all the sick things. like that make you remember, that bring together families through the generations. Dedication gives parents and children so that they can barely be civil to the table to talk about something, even if only for a couple of hours once or twice a year. tradition and dedication as the deep strike in the soul. I have seen these things before hand, and know-how powerful are.So where does that leave me? Thanksgiving Sitting here, only my mother and I. The third Thursday of November, and I am a man torn. The Bucs are "my team." As a college kid looking for an excuse to over-do, the Superbowl I tailgated at Ray-Jay, just to say I was there, regardless of whether were the Ravens against the Giants. A year later I was knee deep in the pandemonium that swept the Bay Area after Chucky has led us to the promised land. I mean, these were the guys I have heard every week on their radio programs. But what about tradition? How 'Bout Them Cowboys? Located in front of the television with a heap of food waiting to be devoured, I had to make a decision. How-respecting sports fan, I had to choose a side, and ride ponies that hell or high water. I was not going to be "that other" who is happy either way. Is not that what sports are about. You are happy and hateful, pointing your domain Weekly anyone within earshot, or if you devastated and obnoxious, spouting obscenities to anyone within earshot (including the dog has learned that the bathtub is probably the safest place on the Sunday football). This is what sport is everything. So, the helmet is a guy to do? the sauce cools, and my mother has since given up on finding my shirt. was the moment decision. Thus, a conflict with the heart, I turned to my mother and said: "You know, I rooted for those cowboys every Thanksgiving of my life.Helmet made of yarn or not, I'm going to cheer on those cowboys with you in the name of tradition, and with Texas pride on the line. "I made this decision with a heavy heart, because it was not easy against the root of those pirates in pewter. But, traditionally prevailed this time, along with Dallas, and I dozed on the couch with the stars (and those famous cheerleaders) in dance Next week my mind, I'll still read the Bucs, and you want to embed on their neighbor what is already a disastrous season. But, for now at least, traditionally gives me a link with my mother, a nostalgic feeling in a corner just my stomach is not occupied by the cake, and a reason to be proud of where I come from. As bout them Cowboys? How Bout Them Cowboys, indeed [EXTRACT] like I'm in my traditional Thanksgiving dinner unconventional session this year, I went through a riddle vagabond on the face of many sports fans. As traditional Thanksgiving holiday with the sights and sounds of professional football is flooded. My dilemma is what to see, but it is a question of who should be the drag as the mountains of Turkey and stuffing my face dug very grateful. With my traditional ", always leave room for the cake" in overalls, I'm with a decision between home and childhood hero in front of classmates. Yes, it's the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in Dallas, Texas to take on Team America, a little 'less of the nickname, the Dallas Cowboys announced. I grew up with those realities Cowboys.In, watching the procedure pre-game, rustling my mother through a wardrobe in an attempt to distance, my hand knitted Cowboys helmet I can find to see how a cowboy kid attracted countless games. He was the guy that came down over his ears, thinking that taking help my club head warm during the cold winter of Texas, However, more and more I start to serve as a buffer between my ears small, and the array of colorful language used by various family members back in spat between songs and even involuntary "How Bout Them Cowboys;? Another holiday tradition, but I digress, on the other side of the field, however, the Pirates aka pewter. Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I just moved to Tampa from high school to go to college at the University of South Florida. Immediately I have the local sports teams, it is assumed that they lived in Daytona Beach, do not give me that luxury, because there were no teams will be found. I was always taught and still believe, moved a bit 'like a kid from my hometown of Amarillo, Texas, the media, rooting for the hometown team is a good thing for many reasons.I streets of Minneapolis / St. Paul on the outskirts of Chicago, all the way for old-time traditions of their communities and their teams. The root for the home team has a few modest comforts that make life much more enjoyable. The first, and above all do not become "that guy" (Lord, I apologize, because I know who are sports fans, but we understand better if the title is explained). "That Guy" is the one that just will not let go. We arrive at the sports bar wearing his Festschrift, 1983 Philadelphia Phillies hat that seems to go on an epic journey, the likes of Ulysses, that he could not imagine. "That Guy" trots proudly attracting a Flyers jersey in the stadium to watch the Tampa Bay Lightning take on the Washington Capitols, around the time of its glory days back in "tha Delphia", when put to the same restaurant that Phil Esposito was previously located in two weeks or for you to know that his uncle's girlfriend's brother knew a guy once a hole real Mitch Williams mullet '. You know the guy. He has season tickets for all teams in the area, however, refuses to admit that is a fan, do not hesitate to load, but until 1988 Oldsmobile when he told an autograph session concludes with a bag full of Wal-Mart goods industry sports and a child later in the winding streets to be the absolute most disgusting is the training of people on the planet, but it is certainly a fan.You know "that guy". As a supporter of the team allows you to enjoy the city on Sunday afternoon in the stadium will allow the banks to more than one paragraph blurb read the sports pages, and you feel accepted, as if on Monday morning in the same mood as all Other guides in the streets to work as "a W is a W no matter how ugly, 12-9 victory that was." Then there is the tradition and commitment. Traditions such as singing "loads, Chicago Bears," or simply "The Super Bowl Shuffle" every summer, in order to remember that hope is only 17 weeks away. Devotion, like wearing cheese on their heads all day, strapping on a battery, heated socks to a playoff game in the snow, or cooking sausages in a storm of hail, because pork and mustard are all sick. Heal those things that you can remember, bring families together for generations. Dedication of this type is that fathers and sons can hardly be civil to the table to talk about something, if only for a few hours or even twice a year. Tradition and dedication this strike deep into the soul. I have seen these things firsthand and I know how powerful are.So where you left me? I'm sitting here, Thanksgiving, only my mother and I the third Thursday of November, and I'm torn man. The Bucs are "my team". As a college kid looking for an excuse to overdo it, I pushed the Super Bowl at Ray-Jay to say exactly, I was there, regardless of whether the Ravens against the Giants. A year later I was knee deep in the chaos that has engulfed the bay area of ​​Chucky took us to the promised land. I mean, these were the guys I have heard every week on their radio programs. But what about tradition? How 'Bout Them Cowboys? sits in front of the TV with a mountain of food eaten on hold, I had to make a decision. As a self-respecting sports fan, I have a page, and the pony ride was hell or high water. I did not mean that "other guy" who is happy either way. This is not what sports are about. Either you are enthusiastic and offensive, stating your domain weekly for all within earshot, or if you are devastated and obnoxious, spouting obscenities to anyone within earshot (including the dog has learned that the bathtub is probably the safest place in football on Sundays). This is what makes the sport. So what's a guy to do? The sauce is cold, and my mother has since been looking for my helmet hook. It was the moment decision. So, with a heart of conflict, I turned to my mother around and said, "You know, I have for those who have all the Cowboys Thanksgiving life.Helmet my wire is grounded or not, I'll do it for those who are with you cowboys roots in the name of tradition and pride of Texans on the line. "I made this decision with a heavy heart, because it was not easy to root against the pirates of the pond. But this time there was the tradition, along with Dallas, and I was on the couch with the stars (and the famous cheerleaders) dancing in my head. Next week I'll have to read the Bucs, and will be the end of what is already cheering a disastrous season. But at least for now, give me a link with the tradition of my mother, a nostalgic feeling in my stomach not only the busy corner of the cake, and a reason to be proud of where I come from. So, how 'bout them Cowboys? As their meeting Cowboys, yes