There's something more important in my world right now than the season gentlemen. So I get up this morning and figure I have my day planned out with my son....you know, like father and son bonding time over football. As I'm just chilling before the 1 o'clock game, I see he's dressed and ready to leave the house. So I ask him where he's going and aren't we going to watch the game? And my kid tells me, "what for, they're going to lose anyway...."
Now maybe I'm off my rocker but I was a rabid fan at his age. I'd be pissed all week after a loss and the thought of not watching the game if it was on TV was just not an option. But this poor kid has not bonded with this abortion of a team and how could he? He's known nothing but Jones/Garrett and stupid loss after stupid loss. I mean, the kid went to his room after the start of the 2nd half when Cassel threw the pick 6.
I'm not even bothered. I'm well over this team until Garret gets fired and Jones dies (preferably both Jones'). I'm on my computer typing away as if the game never happened. But to be this disconnected as a fan at the age of 16? It's not normal and I'm responsible for making my son a Cowboys fan. The guilt is overwhelming.