What It's Like To Grow Up A Dallas Cowboys Fan In New Jersey
Welcome to my football fandom life.
Rejoice, the NFL is back.
Right now, EVERY team has a chance to win the Super Bowl — even my beloved Dallas Cowboys.
I know what you're thinking. "Wait, what? You're a Dallas Cowboys fan? Didn't you grow up in New Jersey?"
"Bro, how are you not a Giants fan?"
"You don't like Eli?"
"Or any of these LEGENDS?"
"Where's your fucking loyalty to your people?"
"How could you betray us like this?"
"What connection do you even have to Dallas?"
I know, I'm sorry. Let me TRY to explain.
You see, my older brother was a huge Cowboys fan and as a kid I looked up to him and wanted to be like him.
We would look through the Sears catalog and pick different Cowboys jackets and jerseys to get for Christmas.
And when I was growing up — in the pre-streaming and Sunday Ticket era — you could catch the Cowboys five or six times a year in New York on one of these ancient devices...
We had our hearts broken watching games together in our shared bedroom.
And watched Tony Dorsett's legendary touchdown run against the Vikings live on Monday Night Football in 1983.
And I never had to look far to read about my favorite team in the national media.
Hell, back when print was flush, the Cowboys even had their own team newspaper.
The mother of my very first girlfriend was a subscriber and when I'd go over her house I'd read every page.
But tell this to a Giants fan and their response is...
No matter how deeply rooted your fandom, Cowboys fans from New Jersey are just frontrunners.
Never mind that I've stuck with the team through these quarterbacks over the years:
From left to right (Gary Hogeboom, Steve Pelluer, and Chad Hutchinson.)