It’d be so easy to sit here and type angrily about what the Cowboys did wrong Monday in their 36-22 loss to the Giants, but I’ve been doing that all season.
Today, I’d like to talk about a positive aspect of being a Cowboys fan, the underappreciated asset we’ve been staring at on the sidelines all season. I’m talking of course about Bill Parcells‘ sweet, sweet rack.
If you need a refresher on Tuna’s massive man mammaries click here. For some reason, the Dallas Cowboys won’t let me use one of their photographs.
Since I can’t resist a pair of jiggly jugs, I’ll go easy on the Cowboys this week.
There are so many things I could gripe about, but I’ll save them for another time.
Sure Terrell Owens dropped a seemingly sure catch on fourth down and Drew Bledsoe threw yet another one of his patented gamebreaking end-zone oskies, but they both showed improvement and actually looked like they wanted to win for once. We also got a rough but promising glimpse at Dallas’ QB future in Tony Romo. Since he managed to throw three interceptions in a single half of football, it’s tempting to make an immature and socially irresponsible joke about his name, but I’ll leave that to TO.
Plus, considering I spent a good portion of this entry praising Parcell’s saggy man boobage, I’m in no position to judge anybody.
This article appears in October 20 • 2006.