I think it’s safe to say that I’ve traveled a rather unique path. Growing up in the Dallas area, the Cowboys were, and still are king. Doubly so in my family. Exhibit A, this is my grandpa:
My grandpa loved the Cowboys. He picked out his casket solely based on which one looked closest to Cowboys blue (and, in perfect irony, the casket had eagles on it). Complete strangers would become his best friend if they mentioned they were Cowboys fans. He was proud to have both his sons, and even his only grandson a couple of times, working the sidelines at Cowboys games with him.