Ironic you said that. Last night I was thinking about how much I have always hated the cowboys. I grew up hating them. When i moved to Belton as a teenager, everyone in that area loves the cowboys. Made me hate them more. But now the older, wiser me says what's the point? Most of my best friends in the world are huge cowboy fans. Hell I'd give Cak's left nut for the Texans to have the balls to make some of the moves Jerry Jones has over the years. They haven't always worked out for the best, but they have won Superbowls and they are at least entertaining year in year out. We as Texans fans stay mired in our misery that is known as mediocrity, with an owner who, while being a good man, is afraid of change and taking chances. Today, as I think on this and write this post, I find myself almost empty of cowboy hate. I just don't see the point anymore.
I grew up being indoctrinated with Cowboys hatred, as well. Seeing my team - Luv Ya Blue Oilers - always come up short but my buddy's team - Landry's Cowboys - win championships was tough.
As a kid, part of me wanted to defect, but my folks would have no part of it. Heck, as a kid, I even looked like a little Roger Staubach, and one of my uncles would always call me that when we'd play catch. But, my folks refused to let me be a Cowboys liker, much less a fan.
Then came the early '90's, and history repeats itself. My team - the run & shoot Oilers - became the biggest choking team in NFL history. Warren Moon, for all his talent, was a choker. The Oilers had one of the most talented rosters on paper in NFL history. Yet, they could never get past the second round of the playoffs.
Meanwhile, the Cowboys rise again and win three Super Bowls in four years. My hatred was strong at this point, with obnoxious Cowboys fans permeating this city.
Then, we lost our team. There was nothing. A void.
They say hate is the opposite of love, but that's not true. The opposite of love is apathy. And with no team to love, I had no team to hate. I was empty and numb inside at that point.
So all that pent up hatred went toward one despicable man: Bud Adams. My hatred eclipsed anything I'd ever felt toward the Cowboys. Bud not only ripped out our team from its roots, but destroyed it by terminating the name itself. The Houston Oilers were gone, and the Oilers were dead.
Then a new entertainment corporation was formed. A huge market existed with untapped potential. Marketing executives got busy working and did all kinds of studies and opinion focus test groups, and *viola* from the ashes rose a new brand: the Houston Texans.
And with 19-10, the past was buried and a new era began.
But, I'm sorry, I just don't feel for this team what I felt for the Oilers. I cannot lie about it, not to you, and not to myself.
I dig this team, sat through every excruciating second at home games of the first 2-14 season, so my dedication cannot be questioned.
My emotional attachment, though, does not exist. And without deep love for a team, I am simply unable to have deep hatred for a team.
Maybe it's just being a grown man and not having roots as a kid with this team. Maybe my boys will feel for the Texans what I felt for the Oilers. I don't know. I see this team for what it is: an entertainment company providing a service. A corporate brand. A billion dollar enterprise that provides an excellent game day experience.
Perhaps they have to accomplish something significant for that connection to happen for me. Not sure. Time will tell.
I suppose I could put on a clown face and act like I hate the Cowboys, but that's all it would be for me, an act. In reality, I'm apathetic, and the truth is that my previous hatred had origins in envy and resentment because my team could never have that success. I guess I just don't want to have those feelings in me these days.
GAME?!?! JACKS is a GAME! Tiddly-winks is a GAME! Nude full contact hopscotch with strippers...well that's just a great deal of fun but...yer in TEXAS my friend. Football isn't just a GAME...it's a way of life...
yeah, man, just a game for us fans. If you were a player, your words would resonate.
Like Jerry Seinfeld said,
"they win, and you watch."
You are obviously free to convince yourself otherwise, but I've got too many important things in my life that are much more meaningful to me than getting emotional about a spectator sport. 35-3 broke me of living vicariously through a sports team. I am a father 24/7, and letting my real world emotions become sour because of an entertainment medium is just not my thing anymore. My kids do not need to feel dread because their dad's team lost. I teach them perspective, and that there are much more important things in life than entertainment. JMO, not trying to change your mind.