Favorite Watching-My-Team-In-Super-Bowl Moment

I hate the Cowboys with a passion, but anymore the only reason is because my girlfriend is a Cowboys fan. I wish the Steelers would go 0-16 forever, and ever, and ever.

 

I also hate the Cowboys with a passion.

Even my sports-hating father hates the Cowboys. He calls the city "Malice." Even he gets upset if the Cowchips beat the Redskins.

 

You and me both, Colton. Well, not that much of a fan...but they are my team if I have to claim one.

 

I have my reasons for hating the Redskins. I will never, ever root for them.

 

I understand why people hate the Cowboys, but I grew up there. In the 70s. Staubach. Dorsett. Too Tall Jones. I used to ride my bike around looking for cops, because they had Cowboys trading cards to pass out to kids.

It would be like expecting a kid who's growing up in Boston right now not to be a lifelong Red Sox fan. It's not even a choice.

 

The worst was when they took a halftime lead in the second Cowboys loss, only to sucka sucka dick in the second half. I was in 6th grade for that one, and actually believed they were gonna win it.

Ah, the innocence and stupidity of youth.

 

One of the great Letterman Top 10 lists ever was "things Marv Levy told his team at halftime."
"Anyone want more fudge?"
"Let's go out there and rest on those laurels!"
"Hey Kelly, take it easy on the champagne."

 

I'm really immune to the whole "my team" thing, so I got nothing.

 

John Mobley knocking down Brett Favre's last-ditch effort against the Broncos.

 

Two things from Super Bowl XXXI, or 31 for the numerally challenged:

1. When Favre connected with Andre Rison on the Packers second play of the game for the opening score

2. When The Minister planted Bledsoe two plays in a row to stop the Patriots drive right after Howard returned a kickoff for a touchdown. When that happened, I just knew Green Bay was going to win.

Plus, this whole thing happened three days before my 14th birthday, and I was hosting my party that day. All-in-all, it was the highlight of my life (except for maybe my wedding day - maybe)

 

Damn, dude. I was just about to post those two moments.

SB XXXI was just under a month before my 15th birthday.

 

me getting a big fat kiss after booger mcfarland turned rex grossman into oatmeal in the 3rd quarter of sb xli.