In late 1976 my dad got a wild hair and moved our family to Cedaredge, Colorado. He was sent by a church from New Mexico to go help a small struggling congregation in that western Colorado town. At the base of the Grand Mesa, the scenery was to die for. As I was (and am) a voracious reader, and was reading about Mountain Men alot then, it was tailor made for my dreams. I even attempted to run away one time to be a Mountain Man. That lasted about 10 minutes.
But as you probably know, Colorado is Denver Bronco country. My dad was cool with that, because the Broncos were his second favorite team. However, I am a bit more rabid in my love for the Cowboys. I like them alone and pretty much hate all the rest. Since our foray into Bronco country, they are WAY down on my list. They are only marginally better than the Redskins, Eagles and Giants (my bottom three). What made it really bad was that during the fall of 1977, the Broncos put together a good team that actually reached the Superbowl. They played the Cowboys. Both teams were 12-2, though the 'Boys beat the Broncos in the regular season finale 14-6. (even remember all that from memory). But you know, 14-6 isn't really dominating and in the playoffs and Super Bowl, anything can happen.
It was a rough couple of weeks leading up to the big game. My mom worked at a local pharmacy and her employer forced all employees to wear Denver Bronco shirts at work. Mom rebelled as best she could and wore Dallas Cowboy pins and Gray pants. It made my young heart proud. But the worst was at school. I wore a Dallas Cowboy t-shirt every day. I had mom wash it each evening so I could wear it again the next day. I had about 13 gajillion fights at school.
But at Super Bowl XII, it all came together for me. Robert Newhouse, the native Texas fullback, even through a touchdown pass to Golden Richards. Total domination, with Randy White and Harvey Martin sharing MVP honors as the Doomsday Defense rolled over the Orange Crush 27-10. Oh yeah, Monday was sweet. Relive the moment here.
And by the way, we moved from Colorado in February that year.