I've been down this road many times before with Dallas, so at my age I'm more "one game at a time". I come by it honestly for sure. My Scout troop worked concessions at the Cotton Bowl for Cowboy games in the '60's and I graduated from high school in Texas Stadium in 1977. Only place in Irving large enough to host the ceremonies.
My grandfather and his lifelong BFF were watching the DeLeon Bearcats in the state football playoffs (2A?) when BFF had a heart attack and died right there in Texas Stadium. It was probably the late 80s. They were DeLeon football players from the class of 29. It was sad, but very fitting.
Both my dad and grandfather were football coaches and referees in the West Texas panhandle. My mom tells a story of one night when Granddad made a controversial call, some time around 1950 probably, and due to threats, they had to leave under cover of darkness and spend the night a couple towns away! Serious stuff, that small-town TX football.
The whole family was pretty insane about the Cowboys from the beginning. I was indoctrinated. Lived in Ft Worth during the 70s, so it was really a huge part of my childhood. I still have my autographs from Roger Staubach, Harvey Martin, Too Tall Jones. ... Charlie Waters was my first (and only) celebrity crush. (Wait, until Svindal came along.) We moved back to Colorado the year of Super Bowl XII, and on Orange Crush day, I wore my Cowboys sweatshirt to school instead. Got popped in the face by some kid on the bus. Lol. But I had the last laugh.
After Landry was unceremoniously dismissed, I couldn't really cheer for them anymore. Plus, I was in Colorado. Years later, I will never forget the day that both Tom Landry and Charles Schulz died ... literally, the authors of my grade school years. What a blow.