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If you close your eyes, you can feel the stadium bouncing and a certain roar eminating not from the mouth, but from the heart and perhaps even the soul... "We want Dallas"
You can see a three hundred pound Darryl Grant high stepping it to the endzone, the swift breeze of Darrell Green's wake blows by you as he tracks down fellow speedster Tony Dorsett, You can taste the victory of two miracle bombs landing in Santana Moss' hands in an explosion that ended the myth of a Dallas safety's greatness...
You can smell the smoke of fireworks and of champagne. You can taste the tears of celebration and bitter defeat.
This is Dallas week! Tonight in Dallas this game is a national phenomenon. A year ago, in another national game on Thanksgiving... RGIII trumpeted his arrival as a force. Remember, that first half, remember the power and ease... one that hadn't been seen perhaps since Doug William's Superbowl.
We're here again!
Now, some of you may be questioning the title at this point, but I just read an article by the Washington Post's Mike Foolish. Mike says the rivalry is dead, dull, and except for a few embers forgotten. Mike isn't Wise. He isn't profound. He isn't right. Most importantly, isn't it the job of a sport's writer to stir up passion and not try to defuse it? What a stupid article especially given last year.
Remember Thanksgiving? Remember the final game of the season? One lives and one dies? Tell me the rivalry is buried? Seriously! C'mon Mike Foolish tell me that.
It may be a down year. It may be a tough game. But if you don't feel something twisting inside you and you don't leave your seat... that isn't about the rivalry. That's about something in your own jaded, cynical, rationalizing, heart.
Get 'em and Hail!
You can see a three hundred pound Darryl Grant high stepping it to the endzone, the swift breeze of Darrell Green's wake blows by you as he tracks down fellow speedster Tony Dorsett, You can taste the victory of two miracle bombs landing in Santana Moss' hands in an explosion that ended the myth of a Dallas safety's greatness...
You can smell the smoke of fireworks and of champagne. You can taste the tears of celebration and bitter defeat.
This is Dallas week! Tonight in Dallas this game is a national phenomenon. A year ago, in another national game on Thanksgiving... RGIII trumpeted his arrival as a force. Remember, that first half, remember the power and ease... one that hadn't been seen perhaps since Doug William's Superbowl.
We're here again!
Now, some of you may be questioning the title at this point, but I just read an article by the Washington Post's Mike Foolish. Mike says the rivalry is dead, dull, and except for a few embers forgotten. Mike isn't Wise. He isn't profound. He isn't right. Most importantly, isn't it the job of a sport's writer to stir up passion and not try to defuse it? What a stupid article especially given last year.
Remember Thanksgiving? Remember the final game of the season? One lives and one dies? Tell me the rivalry is buried? Seriously! C'mon Mike Foolish tell me that.
It may be a down year. It may be a tough game. But if you don't feel something twisting inside you and you don't leave your seat... that isn't about the rivalry. That's about something in your own jaded, cynical, rationalizing, heart.
Get 'em and Hail!