Pikers and newbee's...
...I dismiss their uneducated prattle out of hand. They know not of what they speak. They are bunnies with pancakes on thine brow when it comes to the most hated foe.
Listen children, and I shall tell you of loathing. This is a tome of seething rage, of despising ones fellow man in ways neither fair nor rational. This, I tell yee one and all, is the tale of evil incarnate...The Dallas Cowboys.
What we have today is all well and good. Free agency even in coaches, a Tuna who was a Giant who was a Jet who was a Pat. There simply is no way to work up even mild contempt for such an accomplished and well traveled fellow. Hell, real Redskins fans respected the guy when he ran the Giants over us and through us. At least they were men, they played fair, they won by being the better team.
Here is the appetizer of hate: Tom Landry.
There is a man worthy of gnashing ones teeth at the very mention of the name. The fedora. The clean cut, neat and tidy suits and over coats. :spit:
30 some odd years this, this robot stayed on to smite us. Flex defense. That stupid shift the o line would do before every play. Oh, how I despised that crap.
More? Well, Irvin is all well and good but like Emit and Troy, they were still respectable opponents who gave as good as they got.
Try this on for size: Drew Pearson. Effortless speed and grace. I always wished he would blow a leg like a race horse. He'd slip into the end zone and just lay the ball down, so smug, like he simply expected to score, fait au compli. :SPIT: And the way that POS would put his little sissified hands on his sissified hips when the offense was set. SOMEONE BREAK HIS FACE!!!
Golden Richards? Yes, it's as bad as it sounds.
Cliff Harris, Charlie Waters. Bob Lily. DD Lewis. DIE YOU GRAVY SUCKING PIGS!!!
Now, we move on to the main course.
Tony Dorsett? You could NEVER get a clean hit on the guy. He'd go around end for 15 and step out of bounds, dainty like. HATE, HATE.
Danny White?
OUBLESPIT:
Harvey Martin. Too Tall. ARGGHHHHH...
Walt Garrison.
Who else?
Clint Longley.
And I offer you the epitome, the pinnacle of all that is right with railing against the very air any Cowboy ever drew...
Roger Staubach.
I could go on and on but right now I need to go vent...
HATEHATEHATEHATE
