Turns out that I can't handle more than 3/4 of a football game, which is why I never showed up before the second quarter of a high school football game, and I only went to two college games. That an my college team was embarrassingly terrible. In the middle of the third quarter, I just snapped, I was so done, I cleaned up all the toys the four kids had played with and stuffed my kids out my friends door claiming it was bedtime. In my defense it was actually bedtime.
I went home and made my husband put my kids to sleep, and that was that. Until I read Alisa's post. All of a sudden my quiet thoughts made sense. The only two names I recognized the whole game was Dion Sanders and Troy Aiken. Aiken was a commentary if you didn't notice, Sanders was inducted into the Hall of Fame. One of our friends said about Aiken, and her husband said no, he was a Cowboy, I don't like any cowboys. Inside I was screaming blaspheme, outside I was silent, I couldn't even figure out why I cared. Until I read Alisa's blog. That's why that dang Valley Creek implanted Cowboy loyalty into my subconscious. I also feel a strong kinship to the Rangers. I couldn't careless about the Stars or the Mavericks, even-though I would rather watch those sports than football and baseball. But the Stars and Mavericks weren't in their glory until after Elementary school so its not deep seated like Cowboys and Rangers two sports I barely like.