ON SPORTS: Will someone please give me my 'Boys

Sept. 5, 2012 at 4:05 a.m.
Updated Sept. 6, 2012 at 4:06 a.m.

Brad Sham and Babe Laufenberg are music to my ears.

The Dallas Cowboys broadcasters remain the lifeline to my football fixation.

No, I haven't suddenly lost my mind, although it likely happened some time ago.

If you ever drank hot Dr Pepper, you recognize the name Bubbles Cash, you revered the man in the hat, you remember next year's champions, you associate the term Hail Mary with Roger Staubach and Drew Pearson, you reveled in the Triplets winning three Super Bowls, you marveled at Jimmy Johnson's perfectly coifed hair, and would just as soon forget the catch, you know what I'm talking about.

You're a Dallas Cowboys fan, and there's nothing you can do about it.

No matter how many times you swore you'd never bother with those underachieving blankety, blanks again, you keep coming back for more.

It's in your blood. Everywhere you turn is a star, a license plate holder or some kind of garment.

How many times have you plunked down five bucks in hopes of scratching off a season ticket winner.

I was a goner years ago. The Cowboys' autograph shows as a kid. The post card with the stamped autograph from quarterback Don Meredith. Selling programs to the preseason Salesmanship Club game against the Green Bay Packers. Taking a bus to Fair Park and waiting outside the Cotton Bowl to buy the cheapest ticket I could find or joining my dad when he had season tickets in the upper deck of the old stadium.

Even what seemed like a mile walk from the cash parking lot to Texas Stadium couldn't keep the faithful away.

The stadium with the hole in the roof - so God could watch the 'Boys - is gone, and whenever I drive by it still seems weird to see nothing there.

But now there's Cowboys Stadium in Arlington. Owner Jerry Jones' creation like no other for a team that let's just say hasn't lived up to the standards set in the past.

But every year we come back, hoping against hope for a return to the glory days or maybe a playoff win.

Most likely you were glued to the TV for Wednesday night's season opener against the New York Giants.

You'll be there the rest of the season for however long or short it lasts.

I feel your pleasure and your pain.

However, not a season goes by where I don't find myself on the road during a game.

Whether it's an assignment, going to and from work or getting stuck in the drive-through lane before the game or at halftime, the radio becomes my only option.

Unfortunately, finding the game on a station where the reception is clear enough to actually to make out what Sham and Laufenberg are saying is a challenge.

Listening at night becomes even more difficult and frustrating.

So here's my plea. I'm asking - OK, begging - a local radio station to join the Cowboys network.

I understand stations have formats and they must sell ads, and in no way do I want to tell anyone how to run their business.

But if a local radio station would broadcast the Cowboys games, I will make a promise.

That station will have at least one listener, and judging by the phone calls and emails I get, there will be quite a few more.

Mike Forman is a sports writer for the Victoria Advocate. Contact him at 361-580-6588 or mforman@vicad.com, or comment on this column at www.VictoriaAdvocate.com.



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