Last season, I posted an article about my belief that the Dallas Cowboys were no longer America’s Team, and after it was posted, there were many a detractor coming from everywhere. My belief was this: as long as we weren’t winning playoff games and Super Bowls, there was no rationale in continuing to call ourselves America’s Team. However, the events of yesterday proved once again, even if it was not the intent, exactly why the Dallas Cowboys are America’s Team, and always will be.
Let’s be for real here: how many teams would be able to gather thousands of people to come out and make $25 donations to park and witness the implosion in person? For folks who weren’t trying do that (and I don’t blame them), they went to another spot of the parking lot, where they set up tents, threw footballs around, shared stories, and pretty much shot the breeze, and were able to do that for free. Even though the stadium wasn’t set to come down until 7 A.M., there were folks there as early as 2 A.M. No other team in the NFL has that much juice, not one.
For the folks who caught it on UStream, it was even more amazing to see and read their stories. There were folks tuned in from all over the country, as well as folks tuned in from Australia, Denmark, and the rest of the world. Here I am, a Dallas native, and fully aware of the lore of the Dallas Cowboys, and that same sentiment is shared by folks as far as Australia and Denmark. It’s truly a sight to see.
The best times for me were definitely the Texas High School Football playoffs. For the past two years, The Shock the World Tour (the brainchild of B-Lew and mine) rolled into the old yard on countless Fridays and Saturdays in November, and took in many a high school football playoff game. There was the first time we shocked the world at Texas Stadium, where it was hot as sin in the old place, sometime in late August-early September. Soon, E-Mill came along, and it carried over to literally watching playoff games all day long in November, where we, along with tens of thousands of other fans, would bring blankets, hoodies, and anything else to keep warm, because there wasn’t any heat in the damn place.
We would get there around 9 AM, and wouldn’t leave until after 11 P.M., and it was all in the name of Texas high school playoff football. Sure, we went to other stadiums around the area, but Texas Stadium was the centerpiece of it all. We would complain about the $8 cheesesteaks, the old seats, and other undesirables, but every Friday, Saturday, and if you were going to see the Cowboys, on Sunday or Monday, we would pile up by the thousands, ride down Loop 12, park our cars, and walk on up to the stadium. On top of that, we’d still get those expensive-ass cheesesteaks, because it was all a part of being there to watch some football. Texas Stadium means so much to so many people, and thanks to The Man, the place we call home for football in Texas is all gone. This is worse than when Scatter was killed by The Man on Superfly, and for anyone who saw that, their feeling may be the same.
As I told someone last week who asked me about the new yard in Arlington, it’s simple: Cowboys Stadium is cool, and we definitely love the place, but Texas Stadium was home, and as far as plenty of Dallas Cowboys fans are concerned, yesterday’s events confirmed that it always will be.