They say the older you are the more you appreciate things. How true.
I learned to appreciate a lot of things in 2009 and not take so many things for granted. For one my health.
I have always been in fairly good health. But on May 21 I was told I had cancer. Hearing the “C” word floored me and my wife, Rhonda.
A tumor on my left calf was malignant – Stage 3 Synovial Cell Sarcoma, a soft tissue cancer. Surgery would be required as well as the routine chemo and radiation.
We handled the news a little better than we thought. Instead of feeling sorry for myself I remained positive. Oh yeah it took a few days to get over the initial shock but I put it in God’s hands as did Rhonda. We were determined to beat it.
Surgery would require taking 90% of my calf, my Achilles tendon and possibly my fibula bone. In other words I would have to learn to walk again. And most important, we had to make sure the cancer was not in my bones.
Surgery would also require a plastic surgeon removing a chunk out of my back and placing the “free flap” over the wound. Because the tumor was so big – almost the size of a softball – there was not going to be enough skin to close the wound.
But prior to the surgery I began to realize just how important life really is. Mainly how important family and friends are. And, too, this had renewed my faith.
With prayers from my church congregation, family and friends I faced my surgery head on. And after watching my mother battle pancreatic cancer with a great attitude before she passed was also an inspiration for me to beat my situation.
Prayers were answered after a successful surgery. Removing the tumor went smoothly, attaching the free flap went without a hitch and the tumor had not spread. I was cancer free – a little crippled but cancer free.
I have been recovering now for five months since surgery and dealing with my cancer for over seven months. Hard to believe but as I mentioned earlier, I have learned a lot since that May morning when I heard the word malignant.
I have learned and felt the power of prayer. It works folks, just look at me. I have also learned the true meaning of the sickness and in health part of the marriage vow. My wife has been incredible, more than incredible.
I cannot describe how wonderful she has been throughout this whole ordeal. She has truly been a blessing. She was a blessing to begin with but now even more. I could not have made it through this without her. She has never left my side.
I just hope I can always be there for her in her time of need.
I have also learned that I don’t need to be in a press box every Friday night. As most of you know I’m a sports writer by trade and this was the first fall in 35 years I did not cover high school football. And the first fall since I was 4 years old I did not attend a high school game.
Being at home on Friday nights was fun. And being with Rhonda made it even more special. Oh I kept up with the scores, trust me, but not having to meet a deadline, interview players and coaches and write a lengthy story was nice.
And I swore a while back I would never give up sports writing.
2009 was not that great a year for me and my family. With Mom battling and eventually losing her battle with cancer, my cancer, Amanda and Mike moving to Mississippi and now my wife’s Uncle Bill passing and another aunt diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, it definitely has tested everyone involved.
So it goes without saying we are wishing a 2009 a big bye bye and hoping 2010 will indeed be in a “10”. Happy New Year everyone and God Bless.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Perfection is finally mine!
It happened at approximately 5:50 p.m. in the friendly confines of my game room upstairs. No big fan fair, no television crews, no newspapers reporters – not even my wife.
It was just me all by myself. Me and the Wii.
After arriving home from a long week at work I immediately went up stairs to say hello to Rhonda. Rhonda was actually on the phone dealing with Hailey’s college loan so I decided to do a little Wii bowling.
Now if you recall I was out to bowl that perfect 300 game. I had come close numerous times including a 299 when on the very last roll of the 10th frame I left the No. 10 pin standing. Eleven strikes – I needed 12 – and one lousy pin was left standing.
I figured I wouldn’t get it today either. And after about eight games – it only takes about three or four minutes if you’re bowling by yourself – I decided to go one more time.
My first two rolls left no questions. All 10 pins scattered helplessly into the back of the lane. The third roll left one pin spinning before it finally tilted over. Strike three.
Then came four, five, six, seven, eight and nine and before I knew it was back to that dreaded 10th frame. My first shot in the 10th the pins exploded every where. My second shot one or two were determined to remain standing but finally leaned over.
So there I was again – the last roll. I took a deep breath and let her rip. I found myself totally following my shot if you will.
There was no doubt! Clean shot. Perfection!
I stood for a second and finally realized – I did it! Finally a 300! Wii recognized it too, sending streamers and confetti down and a big “Perfect” at the bottom of the screen.
“Rhonda I did it!” I shouted to Rhonda, who was downstairs cooking my dinner. Yeah I know she’s working hard in the kitchen and I’m playing.
“Good,” she said in her leave me alone I’m cooking your dinner tone of voice.
You may think it’s silly that I’m so excited over bowling a 300. But ever since I had the 299 and the several 279s and 278s I was determined. Just goes to show you – never give up!
Oh yeah I kept the screen up for a couple of hours like some football teams keep their scoreboards lit following a major upset or championship win. I even had to show our neighbor, Brent, when he came over.
And I took pictures of my accomplishment and posted them on my facebook page.
Perfection – how sweet it is.
It was just me all by myself. Me and the Wii.
After arriving home from a long week at work I immediately went up stairs to say hello to Rhonda. Rhonda was actually on the phone dealing with Hailey’s college loan so I decided to do a little Wii bowling.
Now if you recall I was out to bowl that perfect 300 game. I had come close numerous times including a 299 when on the very last roll of the 10th frame I left the No. 10 pin standing. Eleven strikes – I needed 12 – and one lousy pin was left standing.
I figured I wouldn’t get it today either. And after about eight games – it only takes about three or four minutes if you’re bowling by yourself – I decided to go one more time.
My first two rolls left no questions. All 10 pins scattered helplessly into the back of the lane. The third roll left one pin spinning before it finally tilted over. Strike three.
Then came four, five, six, seven, eight and nine and before I knew it was back to that dreaded 10th frame. My first shot in the 10th the pins exploded every where. My second shot one or two were determined to remain standing but finally leaned over.
So there I was again – the last roll. I took a deep breath and let her rip. I found myself totally following my shot if you will.
There was no doubt! Clean shot. Perfection!
I stood for a second and finally realized – I did it! Finally a 300! Wii recognized it too, sending streamers and confetti down and a big “Perfect” at the bottom of the screen.
“Rhonda I did it!” I shouted to Rhonda, who was downstairs cooking my dinner. Yeah I know she’s working hard in the kitchen and I’m playing.
“Good,” she said in her leave me alone I’m cooking your dinner tone of voice.
You may think it’s silly that I’m so excited over bowling a 300. But ever since I had the 299 and the several 279s and 278s I was determined. Just goes to show you – never give up!
Oh yeah I kept the screen up for a couple of hours like some football teams keep their scoreboards lit following a major upset or championship win. I even had to show our neighbor, Brent, when he came over.
And I took pictures of my accomplishment and posted them on my facebook page.
Perfection – how sweet it is.
Monday, February 9, 2009
A-Rod is full of..well lies...
Alex Rodriguez admitted today he took performance enhancing drugs while he played here for the Rangers. Said he took them because he felt the pressure to perform not to mention he had signed a $250-million plus contract.
But this was Texas!! The Rangers!! There is no pressure and NEVER HAS BEEN any pressure to perform! The Rangers have never felt the pressure why should have A-Rod?
“When I arrived in Texas in 2001, I felt an enormous amount of pressure. I felt like I had all the weight of the world on top of me and I needed to perform, and perform at a high level every day,” Rodriguez said.
“And I did take a banned substance and, you know, for that I’m very sorry and deeply regretful. And although it was the culture back then and Major League Baseball overall was very—I just feel that—You know, I’m just sorry. I’m sorry for that time. I’m sorry to fans. I’m sorry for my fans in Texas. It wasn’t until then that I ever thought about substance of any kind.”
Yeah you’re sorry you got caught buddy! I’ve never been a big fan of yours and wasn’t that big a fan when you played here. You ain’t worth $250 million if you think you needed to take illegal drugs to hit the ball out of the park. You still ain’t worth it.
A-Rod says he only took performance enhancing drugs during his brief stint with the Rangers. Maybe he thought he could single-handily lead the Rangers to the World Series. But don’t feed me that stuff you never took it before you came here or after you left for Yankee Stadium.
Puleeeze.
Do you think we’re that stupid? Or naïve in your own words.
I personally think A-Rod is NOT telling the whole truth. But then Roger Clemens is *rolling my eyes*. Baseball is quickly becoming a sport with an asterisk by it and I’m losing interest just as fast as another big time player is found to be using.
Part of the problem is owners continue to pay millions and millions to players like A-Rod. Yeah, maybe there is the need to perform because you are being paid a lot.
The owners need to quit dishing out the money and maybe the players will quit using on the side. Maybe the players need to play for the fun of it. Wow there’s a concept – play for the fun of it. Hmmm..
Bottom line is A-Rod is a joke. Rangers owner Tom Hicks, who I really don’t care for, said he felt betrayed and deceived. I agree Tom, we all do.
But this was Texas!! The Rangers!! There is no pressure and NEVER HAS BEEN any pressure to perform! The Rangers have never felt the pressure why should have A-Rod?
“When I arrived in Texas in 2001, I felt an enormous amount of pressure. I felt like I had all the weight of the world on top of me and I needed to perform, and perform at a high level every day,” Rodriguez said.
“And I did take a banned substance and, you know, for that I’m very sorry and deeply regretful. And although it was the culture back then and Major League Baseball overall was very—I just feel that—You know, I’m just sorry. I’m sorry for that time. I’m sorry to fans. I’m sorry for my fans in Texas. It wasn’t until then that I ever thought about substance of any kind.”
Yeah you’re sorry you got caught buddy! I’ve never been a big fan of yours and wasn’t that big a fan when you played here. You ain’t worth $250 million if you think you needed to take illegal drugs to hit the ball out of the park. You still ain’t worth it.
A-Rod says he only took performance enhancing drugs during his brief stint with the Rangers. Maybe he thought he could single-handily lead the Rangers to the World Series. But don’t feed me that stuff you never took it before you came here or after you left for Yankee Stadium.
Puleeeze.
Do you think we’re that stupid? Or naïve in your own words.
I personally think A-Rod is NOT telling the whole truth. But then Roger Clemens is *rolling my eyes*. Baseball is quickly becoming a sport with an asterisk by it and I’m losing interest just as fast as another big time player is found to be using.
Part of the problem is owners continue to pay millions and millions to players like A-Rod. Yeah, maybe there is the need to perform because you are being paid a lot.
The owners need to quit dishing out the money and maybe the players will quit using on the side. Maybe the players need to play for the fun of it. Wow there’s a concept – play for the fun of it. Hmmm..
Bottom line is A-Rod is a joke. Rangers owner Tom Hicks, who I really don’t care for, said he felt betrayed and deceived. I agree Tom, we all do.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
My quest for 300
In November my wife Rhonda bought a Wii game. It was an early Christmas gift and Rhonda thought it would be a great family thing to do during the Thanksgiving holiday.
Wii, if you’re not familiar, has a lot of fun sports games such as tennis, bowling, golf and boxing. These games are played with a remote control in which you need to wrap a little strap around your wrist so if you were to accidentally let go it wouldn’t fly into the television set.
You can also buy a lot more games – so many it would take too long to name them – and there’s a fitness program from Jillian on The Biggest Loser. That’s something Rhonda and I have yet to really try.
Well I love the bowling game. I would go as far as to say I’m addicted to it. I spend a lot of my free time playing the game and when you play by yourself you can bowl one game in about five minutes, then immediately start another.
When I first started bowling I was taking the two steps like a real bowler does and letting the ball fly. But the more I played the more I realized I didn’t need to act like a real bowler – just underhand the remote and let go of the button that releases the ball.
Since I have bowled so many games – wouldn’t surprise me if it’s well over 500 – I have found a groove. I know exactly where to line up and bowl and let’s put it this way, I normally score 250 or higher.
My goal is to bowl a perfect game – 300. That’s 12 consecutive strikes. I’ve come close time and time again in fact so close that recently I bowled a 299. That’s right, ONE lousy pin away from perfection.
I had 11 straight strikes and on my third and last roll in the 10th frame I left the No. 10 pin standing. Ask me how sick I was! Yet I was still proud of myself because I took a picture showing my score sheet. Eleven strikes, then a “9” for a 299 total.
I had reached 279 numerous times and a 280 once. But since the 299 game I have been determined to reach 300! Just last night I started the game with 10 strikes and the second roll of the 10th I left the frick’n No. 10 again.
Again I made it to the 10th frame needing just three more strikes and on my first roll guess what pin I left – No. 10! I personally think the game is rigged and it does not want you to roll a perfect game.
I WILL bowl a 300 one of these days. That’s a promise. In fact, I’m going to go back downstairs now and try again.
Wii, if you’re not familiar, has a lot of fun sports games such as tennis, bowling, golf and boxing. These games are played with a remote control in which you need to wrap a little strap around your wrist so if you were to accidentally let go it wouldn’t fly into the television set.
You can also buy a lot more games – so many it would take too long to name them – and there’s a fitness program from Jillian on The Biggest Loser. That’s something Rhonda and I have yet to really try.
Well I love the bowling game. I would go as far as to say I’m addicted to it. I spend a lot of my free time playing the game and when you play by yourself you can bowl one game in about five minutes, then immediately start another.
When I first started bowling I was taking the two steps like a real bowler does and letting the ball fly. But the more I played the more I realized I didn’t need to act like a real bowler – just underhand the remote and let go of the button that releases the ball.
Since I have bowled so many games – wouldn’t surprise me if it’s well over 500 – I have found a groove. I know exactly where to line up and bowl and let’s put it this way, I normally score 250 or higher.
My goal is to bowl a perfect game – 300. That’s 12 consecutive strikes. I’ve come close time and time again in fact so close that recently I bowled a 299. That’s right, ONE lousy pin away from perfection.
I had 11 straight strikes and on my third and last roll in the 10th frame I left the No. 10 pin standing. Ask me how sick I was! Yet I was still proud of myself because I took a picture showing my score sheet. Eleven strikes, then a “9” for a 299 total.
I had reached 279 numerous times and a 280 once. But since the 299 game I have been determined to reach 300! Just last night I started the game with 10 strikes and the second roll of the 10th I left the frick’n No. 10 again.
Again I made it to the 10th frame needing just three more strikes and on my first roll guess what pin I left – No. 10! I personally think the game is rigged and it does not want you to roll a perfect game.
I WILL bowl a 300 one of these days. That’s a promise. In fact, I’m going to go back downstairs now and try again.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
This time Jury Duty was fun
Ever sit down at a mall and just watch the people walk by? You see all kinds of people of all of races.
Some are skinny, some are not so skinny. Some are attractive and some are unattractive. And some have hair, others, like me, don’t.
Some even forget to pull their pants up past their knees and walk like they have something stuck up their…...
Still, it’s fun and relaxing actually, to sit and watch the hundreds of people who venture to the mall every weekend. But if you really want to see a different variety of people, almost a true sideshow, then go to the Frank Crowley Courts Building in Dallas.
This past Thursday I had the privilege you could say, of responding to my jury duty summons. The second jury duty summons in less than 24 months and third in the last 60 months.
I’m not complaining but I know people who have jury duty maybe once every 10 years and even know people who have never been summoned to serve. Jury duty can be a big pain in the rear sometimes but I always say I might need a jury some day or someone I love and care about might need one so as a good citizen I’m always there when I’m supposed to be.
Now I was not picked on Thursday and have never been chosen to actually serve on a jury. I would like to some time but this past Thursday was not one of them.
I was juror No. 507 and had to be at the central jury room at 8:30 a.m. Now with it being Thursday I figured I wouldn’t get chosen and would be out of there by noon.
I was correct.
Monday and Tuesday are the busiest days for selecting juries and there were maybe 100 of us – which means the room was empty – on this day. They did call three groups but juror No. 399 was the last called.
Okay enough about not being called. The fun part was again watching the different kinds of people and different kinds of lawyers and police officers come and go. During one of the breaks I stood in the main lobby and watched people entering the building and through security.
Standing there I saw what I figure were family members and friends of those on trial. Most of the people entered through security without any problems. Occasionally you would hear this beep and the person would take their keys out of their pocket - nothing out of the ordinary.
But then there was this one guy who I will call Snoop Dogg because he looked identical to the rap singer. He was tall, skinny and his hair was thick with two pony tails in the back on the back of his head.
He wore numerous necklaces, had a big belt buckle keeping his pants up, which were just barely above his knees and wore this ridiculous sun glasses. Beep (pause) beep…every single time he tried to go through security the stupid thing beeped!
Now instead of taking all of his jewelry and belt buckle off, the security guard would tell him to take one thing off at a time. Well the dad gum security thing – I don’t know the true name for it – kept beeping, beeping and beeping!
Now his buddies – I personally think these guys were part of a gang but maybe I’m just judging before the facts – were already through security and they kept laughing and laughing. Well I was laughing too.
It was funny after the first two or three beeps but it dragged on. Then it became ridiculous. And in the meantime the line to enter the court building was probably 25 to 30 people deep. The security guard was no help either.
Finally, and I’m being serious, after about 10 minutes two uniformed officers from the Dallas County Sheriffs Department pulled this guy, who was probably in his mid-20s, to the side and chatted with him for a minute.
This guy and his buddies finally made their way over to the elevators and disappeared. I stood in the lobby for a little while longer and saw a different group of people you normally don’t see at the mall on a Saturday.
And I also saw people stepping off the elevators smiling and hugging family and friends and saw others with angry and disappointed looks on their face. That probably meant a verdict didn’t go their way.
It was not the same as watching people at a mall but it was pretty entertaining. You definitely see a different kind of people at a court house.
Some are skinny, some are not so skinny. Some are attractive and some are unattractive. And some have hair, others, like me, don’t.
Some even forget to pull their pants up past their knees and walk like they have something stuck up their…...
Still, it’s fun and relaxing actually, to sit and watch the hundreds of people who venture to the mall every weekend. But if you really want to see a different variety of people, almost a true sideshow, then go to the Frank Crowley Courts Building in Dallas.
This past Thursday I had the privilege you could say, of responding to my jury duty summons. The second jury duty summons in less than 24 months and third in the last 60 months.
I’m not complaining but I know people who have jury duty maybe once every 10 years and even know people who have never been summoned to serve. Jury duty can be a big pain in the rear sometimes but I always say I might need a jury some day or someone I love and care about might need one so as a good citizen I’m always there when I’m supposed to be.
Now I was not picked on Thursday and have never been chosen to actually serve on a jury. I would like to some time but this past Thursday was not one of them.
I was juror No. 507 and had to be at the central jury room at 8:30 a.m. Now with it being Thursday I figured I wouldn’t get chosen and would be out of there by noon.
I was correct.
Monday and Tuesday are the busiest days for selecting juries and there were maybe 100 of us – which means the room was empty – on this day. They did call three groups but juror No. 399 was the last called.
Okay enough about not being called. The fun part was again watching the different kinds of people and different kinds of lawyers and police officers come and go. During one of the breaks I stood in the main lobby and watched people entering the building and through security.
Standing there I saw what I figure were family members and friends of those on trial. Most of the people entered through security without any problems. Occasionally you would hear this beep and the person would take their keys out of their pocket - nothing out of the ordinary.
But then there was this one guy who I will call Snoop Dogg because he looked identical to the rap singer. He was tall, skinny and his hair was thick with two pony tails in the back on the back of his head.
He wore numerous necklaces, had a big belt buckle keeping his pants up, which were just barely above his knees and wore this ridiculous sun glasses. Beep (pause) beep…every single time he tried to go through security the stupid thing beeped!
Now instead of taking all of his jewelry and belt buckle off, the security guard would tell him to take one thing off at a time. Well the dad gum security thing – I don’t know the true name for it – kept beeping, beeping and beeping!
Now his buddies – I personally think these guys were part of a gang but maybe I’m just judging before the facts – were already through security and they kept laughing and laughing. Well I was laughing too.
It was funny after the first two or three beeps but it dragged on. Then it became ridiculous. And in the meantime the line to enter the court building was probably 25 to 30 people deep. The security guard was no help either.
Finally, and I’m being serious, after about 10 minutes two uniformed officers from the Dallas County Sheriffs Department pulled this guy, who was probably in his mid-20s, to the side and chatted with him for a minute.
This guy and his buddies finally made their way over to the elevators and disappeared. I stood in the lobby for a little while longer and saw a different group of people you normally don’t see at the mall on a Saturday.
And I also saw people stepping off the elevators smiling and hugging family and friends and saw others with angry and disappointed looks on their face. That probably meant a verdict didn’t go their way.
It was not the same as watching people at a mall but it was pretty entertaining. You definitely see a different kind of people at a court house.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Texas Stadium memories Part II
Okay so it took me three weeks to mention Part II of my Texas Stadium memories. Unfortunately my last one is seeing two Baltimore Ravens running backs running down the sidelines practically untouched in the final game at the stadium.
Even more sicker feeling trying to watch the post game ceremony in which the NFL Network and our local Channel 33 did a crappy job of showing. But I had a lot of great memories at the stadium, especially having the privilege of covering 34 high school football playoff games there.
I can remember in November 1976 the very first time I covered a game there – South Grand Prairie vs. Highland Park in a bi-district game. Highland Park won, 41-13, but I was an 18-year old sports writer for the Grand Prairie Urbanite and I was in heaven.
Three years later after moving on to the Mid-Cities Daily News in Hurst, it became a ritual every fall covering playoff games at Texas Stadium. The 1982 season was incredible because that was the first year two teams went to the playoffs.
L.D. Bell and Trinity, the two main schools we covered, were 9-0 and had to move their regular season finale to the stadium because old Pennington Field couldn’t hold the expected crowd. Both teams were headed to the playoffs but this was for bragging rights and the first 10-0 season either school had ever had.
Bell won, 20-8, in front of 29,000-plus fans, the largest attendance for a regular season game at the time and I think that record still holds. Four weeks later, both teams met again, this time for the Region I championship. Over 36,000-plus showed up and the two teams promptly tied, 14-14.
Bell advanced on penetrations and eventually lost in the state championship to Beaumont West Brook in the Houston Astrodome two weeks later.
I’ve witnessed a lot of close encounters as well as my share of blowouts. My alma mater, Grand Prairie, played in a few of those memorable games, including a 7-3 win over Kimball when the Gophers recovered a fumble in the end zone in the final 30 seconds.
Kimball had dominated the entire game but led only 3-0.
South Grand Prairie had a lot of memorable games as well. The 1999 season was a magic one for the Warriors who unfortunately, lost a heart-breaker to Garland in the semifinals, 41-38, in overtime. The week before SGP had a dramatic come-from-behind win over Abilene, 45-37, scoring three touchdowns in a three-minute span of the fourth quarter.
So many great memories yet the last picture I have on my mind is those two Ravens running backs – on back-to-back plays none the less! – scoring on long touchdowns to all but put an end to the Cowboys’ playoff hopes.
Cowboys didn’t deserve to be in the playoffs anyway, but Texas Stadium didn’t deserve to end that way, either.
Next on the agenda: Jury Duty
Even more sicker feeling trying to watch the post game ceremony in which the NFL Network and our local Channel 33 did a crappy job of showing. But I had a lot of great memories at the stadium, especially having the privilege of covering 34 high school football playoff games there.
I can remember in November 1976 the very first time I covered a game there – South Grand Prairie vs. Highland Park in a bi-district game. Highland Park won, 41-13, but I was an 18-year old sports writer for the Grand Prairie Urbanite and I was in heaven.
Three years later after moving on to the Mid-Cities Daily News in Hurst, it became a ritual every fall covering playoff games at Texas Stadium. The 1982 season was incredible because that was the first year two teams went to the playoffs.
L.D. Bell and Trinity, the two main schools we covered, were 9-0 and had to move their regular season finale to the stadium because old Pennington Field couldn’t hold the expected crowd. Both teams were headed to the playoffs but this was for bragging rights and the first 10-0 season either school had ever had.
Bell won, 20-8, in front of 29,000-plus fans, the largest attendance for a regular season game at the time and I think that record still holds. Four weeks later, both teams met again, this time for the Region I championship. Over 36,000-plus showed up and the two teams promptly tied, 14-14.
Bell advanced on penetrations and eventually lost in the state championship to Beaumont West Brook in the Houston Astrodome two weeks later.
I’ve witnessed a lot of close encounters as well as my share of blowouts. My alma mater, Grand Prairie, played in a few of those memorable games, including a 7-3 win over Kimball when the Gophers recovered a fumble in the end zone in the final 30 seconds.
Kimball had dominated the entire game but led only 3-0.
South Grand Prairie had a lot of memorable games as well. The 1999 season was a magic one for the Warriors who unfortunately, lost a heart-breaker to Garland in the semifinals, 41-38, in overtime. The week before SGP had a dramatic come-from-behind win over Abilene, 45-37, scoring three touchdowns in a three-minute span of the fourth quarter.
So many great memories yet the last picture I have on my mind is those two Ravens running backs – on back-to-back plays none the less! – scoring on long touchdowns to all but put an end to the Cowboys’ playoff hopes.
Cowboys didn’t deserve to be in the playoffs anyway, but Texas Stadium didn’t deserve to end that way, either.
Next on the agenda: Jury Duty
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