Somethings you learn about yourself through your own life experiences and somethings are genetically coded into your DNA when your born. Being a Dallas Cowboys fan was the latter for me. For as long as I can remember, Sundays in the fall consisted of three things:Church, southern home cooked food, and watching the Boys in blue. In Texas, football isn't just a sport, it's a way of life, so when I realized that my NFL Jones was slipping onto the pages of Where BASKETBALL B Longs, I knew it was time to get this ish cracking. Welcome to Pacman's Playhouse.
You guys knew this was coming. How couldn't it. You get basketball fans together in conversation long enough and their other favorite pastimes are bound to come up. Basketball is becoming more of a global sport day by day. Football is still basically an American past time followed mostly here in the good ol' U.S.A., therefore the rivalries between fans are mostly based on geography and have much deeper roots. For instance you can't blame Hursty for being a Rockets fan Down Under, but if you grew up in Chicago and you had some type of aneurysm and decided to be a Packer fan, you'd probably get your ass kicked by guys like this on a regular basis.
So why choose Pacman for the namesake? He of the stripper addiction and a rap sheet that would make those early 2000's Jailblazers blush. Well, basically I always loved watching Adam Jones play in Tennessee and when Jerry first started trying to bring him in I was ecstatic. I always try to root for athletes based on their ability and not their personal lives. Why do you guys think I love Kobe so much? Just like everything with Jerry it always comes down to risk versus reward. T.O., Tank, and now Pacman. Dude always play hard and makes plays in every game he has been in. Does he lead the Cowboys in interceptions? No, but almost every time the Cowboys have him in the game and need an incompletion he breaks up every pass that comes his way(There was also that suspension over a argument with his bodyguard that was total bullshit that kinda set him back but I digress). Pacman is clutch, he's entertaining, and every game he plays with Dallas he seems to be getting better and better. Besides ,everyone deserves a second ( maybe 14th?) chance.
Yes, I know that my team is made up of malcontents, injury magnets, Tony Romeo, half the cast of OZ, and a few good men but I don't care. I can't help it. As much as this team pisses me off weekly, disappoints me, and will definitely have me close to cardiac arrest this Sunday in Philly, I can't give them up. This is my grandfathers team, my fathers team, this will always be my team. And for those of you who judge me based on rooting for athletes with questionable morals, I present Exhibit A below. Nobody's perfect. Right, E?
I don't think that's a tootsie roll in Mario's hand.
