This post will start a series in which I will recall some of my favorite Cowboys memories. But how to start? There are so many great memories! My first choice was determined because when great Cowboy games come to mind, this one is always first - even though I missed the best part.
You see, I was a preacher's kid. That may not mean much to most of you, but for those in the know - you realize that it meant you often missed the last part of the 4th quarter, if your team played in the late Sunday game. We had to be at church at 6 PM on Sunday nights. In Central time, the late games started at 3. So I probably missed more ends to games that I got to see in those days. We would watch the games as long as possible, then get in the car and listen to it on the radio on our way to the church building. Dad, Mom and my brother would go into the building while I remained in the car listening until about 5:59 (sometimes a little later).
That day, I went into the church building with our beloved Cowboys down 34-21 with less than 3 minutes remaining. The hated Redskins had a tough team, so disappointed, I turned off the radio and went to church.
It was also my habit, that as soon as church was over to run back to the car and turn the radio back on to see if I could get a final score. I did that night and you probably remember the game yourself. Roger Staubach had led the 'Boys back from the brink in what turned out to be his final regular season game. His touchdown pass to Tony Hill sealed the dramatic come from behind win. You can read about it all here.
I was 10 years old. While I had always loved the Cowboys, it was that day that I first really felt the magic that surrounds this team. I knew that they were MY team and that we should never count them out. The heart of a Cowboy is the heart of a Champion.