Doing my part.....as a fan

I am glad that I opted to watch the game in the privacy of my apartment yesterday. Because when the snap went over Tony Romo's head, I yelled a bad word. Then when he attempted to recover the ball but fumbled it, I yelled a different bad word (because I am big believer in constantly expanding ones' vocabulary, particularly when it comes to curse words). When he managed to recover the ball on the second grab, I said a third bad word but this one was said with an optimistic inflection. Then when he ran with that ball to gain a first down, I resorted to jumping up and down while making completely incoherant screaming sounds. Three or so plays later when Romo hustled to avoid getting sacked then found an open hole and ran in the ball for an easy touchdown, I actually did a small portion of a cheer I suddenly remembered from my days as a cheerleader. This is the kind of stupid behavior that I don't want to display in public.

So I know it's totally boring to rehash all the "Tony Romo is the Second Coming of Christ" stuff. It's equally boring to point out that Tony Romo's price is ascending at a rate that is almost certainly inversely proportionate to the number of Mom of the Year mugs Britney Spears has gotten lately. And everyone seems confident that Jerry Jones will make a 30+ million dollar offer soon. But I am getting nervous. That's why I am using my seldom-read blog to offer Tony Romo $100 if he promises me personally that he will return to play for the Cowboys after this season. I got paid today so I'm feeling philanthropic. I am even willing to make the check out to CASH if he so desires.

And just because all of this Cowboys-Not-Sucking Fever has really improved my Monday morning mood, I will throw in an extra bonus offer. I'm willing to offer Jason Garrett $25 if he will also stay on with the Tony Romo-led Cowboys beyond this season. That's 50 tacos from Jack in the Box! Or 5 DVD rentals from Blockbuster! I hear Knocked Up is great! Just think about it.

I feel like with the wave of optimism (which, for being a desperately cynical human being myself, even I am falling prey to) about the Cowboys I would remind everyone of that picture. Funny story: I actually somewhat humorously injured a ligament in my leg at a party, which up to that point had been a pretty sedate affair, while trying to recreate the Leon Lett shame dance. So in a way, I know how painful it is to be Leon Lett.

This blog was started as a Mavs blog with a touch of music talk or incoherent ranting about city ordinances. But I now feel like there's got to be some Cowboys action too. The last time I remember being this excited about the Cowboys was also a period of time in my life when I wore jhorts (don't bother google image searching that one) and listened to Guns n Roses in gymnastics class.

There's no point in writing about the first three games of the regular season. We won them all. The first one we won by a lot. The second one happened on a field that is also a baseball field which is annoying. The third one caused the entire city of Chicago to turn against Rex Grossman. There, you're caught up.

So in other words, I realized the other day that I can't watch a game and not have a beer. So between this Cowboys season and the upcoming Mavs season, I will probably end up looking eerily like this gentleman:



Except that, like I said, I am a cynic and probably more prone to the thumbs down option when posing for pictures.

SALT SHAKER!

I realized something the other night. The Cult is the only band that is played regularly (almost every night) on VH1 Classic's "Metal Mania" and "120 Minutes" video blocks. Well, let me ammend that. "Fire Woman" by The Cult is played on both shows. Every night. Seriously, The Cult actually made other videos so why play "Fire Woman" exclusively? But this particular video has not only reignited my long-dormant love of The Cult it has also started me down the path to forgiving Ian Astbury for pretending to be Jim Morrison in that awful Doors "reunion" tour. That was a really bad idea.

Just like I can tolerate kids who pretend they're dancing at a disco in Berlin right now even though it's just the sewage-scented floor of the Cavern, I ADORE the idea of a kid from Cheshire developing an obsession with Native American culture and growing his hair out like Cher's and wearing black leather fringe outfits and cowboys hats. It's a two way street. Also, I remember watching this video as a very very young girl and feeling the first pangs of "I think I like those kind of boys" and telling my Mom that David Bowie from Labyrinth was no longer my first choice for a future husband. Twenty years later, I can't say I've shaken it. This further proves that in some ways, you can never take all the Garland out of a girl.

Also, Mastadon and my friend Sean may in some small way be responsible for this recent rediscovery and reignited hesher passion.



Did I mention I also found myself thinking "Glen Danzig actually looks kind of good in the 'Mother' video" during a Metal Mania video block this weekend? What the fuck is happening to me?