Growin up here in Big D the Cowboys were a natural for me. Havin grown up watchin Don Meredith, Roger Staubach, then the "shit years" with Danny White and eventually on to watchin one of the best quarterbacks ever as Troy Aikman led the team to multiple Super Bowls I've spent many joy filled hours (drunk and otherwise) watchin the "Boys".
Back when Dallas and Denver played in the Super Bowl in '78 I was on the road workin and wound up in Springfield, Ill. the weekend of the game. I went on a scouting excursion the night before the game to find a place to watch the game and came across a nice lil hippy bar.
As usual, my accent was a dead give away and everyone in the place started callin me "Tex". They told me there was another Texan that came in pretty regularly, and sure enough he showed up a bit later.
As it turned out he was a Dallas hater and proceeded to tell me how the Broncos were gonna kick the shit outta the Cowboys. The shit talkin was goin back and forth for a while and then the lil fucker stood up and decided to take a swing at me!
Not really wantin to stomp his ass (and him bein about 4" shorter and much smaller than myself) I just grabbed the lil dude and locked him up with a bear hug till he calmed his ass down, then let him go. We eventually made a $20 bet on who would win and agreed to meet the next day to watch the game at the bar.
I showed up the next day to watch the game, but he never did. I had quite a time watchin Dallas stomp the livin shit outta Denver that day (27-10) as Staubach fed Craig Mortons words back to him handily about who was the better quarterback and ... Randy White and Harvey Martin made it a decidely looooong afternoon for the Denver offense.