For years people have asked me, why, if I grew up in Boston, am I a Dallas Cowboys fan? I understand why people ask me this, but there are actually two perfectly good explanations for this:
1. The first football game I ever saw was a Cowboys game. And although they weren’t very good at the time, I basically learned the game by watching Dallas play.
2. When I was a kid, The Patriots sucked. They were so bad sometimes, that their games would be blacked out in the Boston area.
Anywyas, I got the last laugh when the Cowboys came back to life in the early 90’s to become a dynasty. I was a huge Dallas fans during their Super Bowl runs, and I wore all sorts of Dallas Cowboys gear, shirts, jackets, hats, etc. Apparently, this was too much for my aunt to handle twenty years ago.
Christmas 1996 was rapidly approaching, and my family started asking what I wanted that year. I told them the usual stuff like, gift certificates, comics, money, and movies I wanted to own on VHS. Then one day, my aunt said I always asked for the same stuff, was there anything else I really wanted. My answer was short, and to the point: “Yes, I want Cowboys gear.”
On Christmas morning, I got a ton of the usual stuff I was expecting. But when I got to my aunt’s presents, I was shocked, no appalled is more like it, at what my aunt got me. When I had told her “Cowboys gear,” she thought I meant like actual cowboy stuff. And she didn’t get me just one thing. Oh no, she went all out. Among my “cowboys” gifts were:
- A cowboy hat
- A leather vest
- A big trucker belt buckle
- A certificate for a pair of boots
- A replica George Jones shirt.
My aunt took “Cowboys gear” to mean something else. Even though she’d never seen me wear cowboy stuff, leat alone heard me talk about rodeos or whatever. The rest of my family was just as shocked as I was, and where the hell did she find a George Jones replica shirt in Boston?