Dreams do come true.
Or should I say, dreams will come true.
America will finally - after waiting nearly 14 years - witness America's Team win its first Super Bowl since 1995.
Honestly, check out the roster. I get goose bumps just looking at it. It reminds me of the Dream Team we put together in '95, with Troy Aikman, Michael Irvin, Emmitt Smith, "Neon" Deion Sanders, Daryl Johnston, Jay Novacek, Charles Haley - need I go on?
This year's roster boasts a similar collection of star-studded players: Tony Romo, T.O., Marion Barber, Jason Witten, Terrence Newman, Pacman Jones, Anthony Henry, DeMarcus Ware, etc.
God really does answer prayers. Can I get an amen?
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After so many frustrating years, including numerous stints in anger management rehab, I feel the Cowboys are unstoppable. They have everything: depth, experience and hunger, after being slighted by the Giants in a game they should have easily won.
But the Cowboys should have learned from their mistakes. I think. Then again, when Dallas was playing the Houston Texans in a preseason game, Romo made some rookie mistakes. For instance, the Cowboys were in the red zone, and Romo thought he looked off the linebacker, but from my camera view, it was clear the linebacker was draped all over our tight end. Romo, taking after his idol, Brett Favre, decided to thread the needle anyway. Romo knew he had made a mistake the instant the pigskin left his fingers.
Interception! Thank goodness it's preseason.
On a serious note, Romo will need to avoid those types of mistakes. Oh, and another five-pick Monday Night Football fiasco. Good thing we don't play Buffalo this season. Gone are the days where Thurman Thomas fumbles the ball for the 12th time or Jim Kelly picks his arthritic body up from the turf, grimacing, only to end up in the same spot on the next play. Nope, the Bills are no longer our whippin' boys.
History lesson of the day: In Super Bowl XXVII, the Cowboys bent the Bills over their knees and spanked them 52-17. Then the next year, in 1993, the 'Boys, spurred on by boisterous claps and shouts of "encore," slapped the Bills again - this time 30-13. And that, my friends, is how to get through Super Bowl droughts: pull a memory out of the NFL vault.
I take it back. The Bills are still our whippin' boys.
Now it has me wishing we did play them this year. I love watching Bills fans prematurely celebrate before winning anything. Call it the "Curse of Leon Lett." Remember, Lett was gallivanting his way to the end zone in Super Bowl XXVII when he decided to showboat before actually crossing the goal line. Then, out of nowhere, Don Bebe comes flying and slaps the ball out of Lett's hands.
That's what one of my friends did last year. After T.O. failed to catch a two-point conversion that would've tied the game at 24, my friend blows up my cell phone and boastfully says, "It's over. It's over. Can I get an amen?"
Poor kid. He didn't realize God is a Cowboys fan. An onside kick and two field goal attempts later, he was rolling around on the ground in absolute agony.
"Cowboys have guns and Bills have horns," I told him. "Who'd you think was going to win?"
I've probably told this story about 62 times.
And it never gets old.
