wewantdallas
12-19-2005, 09:52 AM
For those who couldn't attend, maybe this post will give you a flavor for what it was like in that, as I said in another post earlier in the week, "Cowboy Graveyard" that was FedEx Field yesterday.
When we arrived in the parking area around 1:30 or so to set up shop, I noticed a sea of burgundy and gold and just a few blue jerseys dotting the landscape. We did see a car with an "America's Team" flag flying from it, but still, this was much different from the other 'girls games I'd been to, where Dallas fans were everywhere. It was a good omen.
But, during the tailgate, I was a little underwhelmed. The mood was less festive than I'd hoped. People were just hanging out, and I just wasn't "feeling it" yet. In hindsight, I shouldn't have worried at all. It was just the calm before the storm.
Finally, wearing my "F Dallas" jersey proudly, we made the trek inside the stadium. Now I saw more cowgirl fans. My blood was starting to boil as jersey after jersey with "R. Williams" on the back walked by, as well as the occasional "Dorsett," and even "Staubach." It was on now.
As we rode up the escalators, a Cowboy fan looked at me and said, "You want me to get you a box of tissues for after the game?" I just laughed and said, "No, I got my own supply to give out to you cowgirl fans as a Christmas present." Typical Cowboy arrogance. But it wasn't going to last long, was it? :-)
Sitting directly in front of us was a family of Dallas fans. A young boy, his dad, and his grandad, all decked out in cowgirl gear. I can't tell you how disgusting a feeling it is after a game to walk out of the stadium with those scumbags taunting you. I'd endured it too many times. It wasn't going to happen today.
Props to FedEx Field for creating a great atmosphere, although the piped in "We Want Dallas" chant over the P.A. was maybe not the right thing to do. The crowd needs to take that upon themselves to start, and it did start a few times here and there, but one thing seemed clear yesterday. The anti-Dallas chant for this generation is simply: "Dal-las Sucks. Dal-las Sucks." That broke out over and over. I prefer (obviously) "We Want Dallas," but hey, I'm amenable to a change every now and again, so I joined in gladly.
The TV screens played a fantastic montage of great Redskins/Cowboys moments from years past that really got me fired up. Allen's team in the yellow pants laying the smack down on Staubach, the '82 NFC Championship game, and other great memories. It was funny to see the Dallas family in front of me look at those moments with little smirks on their faces. Sort of like, "Yeah, that's all they have, those ancient memories." Uh huh. Keep smirking, girls. You're about out of time.
Once the game started, any fears I had about the twelfth man were gone. The place was E-L-E-C-T-R-I-C!!! And on that first pick, it looked like a repeat of the Manley tip into the hands of Darryl Grant, only this time it was Daniels and Griffin. After the first score, there was just an air about the stadium that this was our day, finally. And with each passing score, all those years of pent up frustration came gushing out from the fans.
To be honest, I felt a little sorry for the little kid cowboy fan in front of us, because that atmosphere was HOSTILE. The fans were rabid animals. We wanted blood. Constant shouts of "No Mercy" and "Kill 'Em" and other things I won't mention here were screamed out incessantly. And that was just from me! He will most certainly grow to hate the Redskins and their fans after that experience, but hey...that will just ensure the rivalry for years to come. And, in all honesty, just the fact that he was wearing cowboy regalia warrants a call to social services anyway, at least in my opinion.
Anyway, speaking for myself, the whole experience was like being in a dream. Fans hugging each other, strangers hi-fiving, jumping, yelling, screaming, all those years of being beaten down by our most hated team being washed away in one historic night.
Another fun tidbit: The song "Rock and Roll" by Gary Glitter was of course played, and during the part where the crowd normally goes "Hey" and nothing else, the fans started adding "You Suck!" as well at full volume. At one point, the PA guys started bringing the music down completely at that point so the only thing heard was a DEAFENING "YOU SUCK" that reverberated back and forth around the stadium. It was beautiful.
As you can see from the "Crush. Kill. Destroy." post I made earlier in the week, I was confident about this one. I just had a feeling. But I'd also seen too many crazy cowgirl comebacks, and I didn't relax completely until the fourth quarter.
Gibbs is such a class guy, and to see him on the broadcast try to get the PA guys to cut off the "Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" song just showed that. But, I have to admit, I unashamedly sang along. I couldn't help myself.
There was no "Walk of Shame" after this game. It was pure, unbridled ecstacy! And to see the cowgirl fans streaming out, to see that beaten look in their eyes, all that arrogance totally beaten out of them....again, beautiful.
I was so proud to be a Redskins fan last night. Without a doubt, the best live game experience I've ever had. Thanks so much to Bandwagon for allowing me the opportunity to go!
Last night, FedEx Field really came into its own. RFK was great, but after last night, I think we can finally put that great field to rest and concentrate on the future.
It's a game I will cherish forever!
Way to represent, brothas and sistahs!!!
And one more thing:
HOW 'BOUT DEM REDSKINS???
When we arrived in the parking area around 1:30 or so to set up shop, I noticed a sea of burgundy and gold and just a few blue jerseys dotting the landscape. We did see a car with an "America's Team" flag flying from it, but still, this was much different from the other 'girls games I'd been to, where Dallas fans were everywhere. It was a good omen.
But, during the tailgate, I was a little underwhelmed. The mood was less festive than I'd hoped. People were just hanging out, and I just wasn't "feeling it" yet. In hindsight, I shouldn't have worried at all. It was just the calm before the storm.
Finally, wearing my "F Dallas" jersey proudly, we made the trek inside the stadium. Now I saw more cowgirl fans. My blood was starting to boil as jersey after jersey with "R. Williams" on the back walked by, as well as the occasional "Dorsett," and even "Staubach." It was on now.
As we rode up the escalators, a Cowboy fan looked at me and said, "You want me to get you a box of tissues for after the game?" I just laughed and said, "No, I got my own supply to give out to you cowgirl fans as a Christmas present." Typical Cowboy arrogance. But it wasn't going to last long, was it? :-)
Sitting directly in front of us was a family of Dallas fans. A young boy, his dad, and his grandad, all decked out in cowgirl gear. I can't tell you how disgusting a feeling it is after a game to walk out of the stadium with those scumbags taunting you. I'd endured it too many times. It wasn't going to happen today.
Props to FedEx Field for creating a great atmosphere, although the piped in "We Want Dallas" chant over the P.A. was maybe not the right thing to do. The crowd needs to take that upon themselves to start, and it did start a few times here and there, but one thing seemed clear yesterday. The anti-Dallas chant for this generation is simply: "Dal-las Sucks. Dal-las Sucks." That broke out over and over. I prefer (obviously) "We Want Dallas," but hey, I'm amenable to a change every now and again, so I joined in gladly.
The TV screens played a fantastic montage of great Redskins/Cowboys moments from years past that really got me fired up. Allen's team in the yellow pants laying the smack down on Staubach, the '82 NFC Championship game, and other great memories. It was funny to see the Dallas family in front of me look at those moments with little smirks on their faces. Sort of like, "Yeah, that's all they have, those ancient memories." Uh huh. Keep smirking, girls. You're about out of time.
Once the game started, any fears I had about the twelfth man were gone. The place was E-L-E-C-T-R-I-C!!! And on that first pick, it looked like a repeat of the Manley tip into the hands of Darryl Grant, only this time it was Daniels and Griffin. After the first score, there was just an air about the stadium that this was our day, finally. And with each passing score, all those years of pent up frustration came gushing out from the fans.
To be honest, I felt a little sorry for the little kid cowboy fan in front of us, because that atmosphere was HOSTILE. The fans were rabid animals. We wanted blood. Constant shouts of "No Mercy" and "Kill 'Em" and other things I won't mention here were screamed out incessantly. And that was just from me! He will most certainly grow to hate the Redskins and their fans after that experience, but hey...that will just ensure the rivalry for years to come. And, in all honesty, just the fact that he was wearing cowboy regalia warrants a call to social services anyway, at least in my opinion.
Anyway, speaking for myself, the whole experience was like being in a dream. Fans hugging each other, strangers hi-fiving, jumping, yelling, screaming, all those years of being beaten down by our most hated team being washed away in one historic night.
Another fun tidbit: The song "Rock and Roll" by Gary Glitter was of course played, and during the part where the crowd normally goes "Hey" and nothing else, the fans started adding "You Suck!" as well at full volume. At one point, the PA guys started bringing the music down completely at that point so the only thing heard was a DEAFENING "YOU SUCK" that reverberated back and forth around the stadium. It was beautiful.
As you can see from the "Crush. Kill. Destroy." post I made earlier in the week, I was confident about this one. I just had a feeling. But I'd also seen too many crazy cowgirl comebacks, and I didn't relax completely until the fourth quarter.
Gibbs is such a class guy, and to see him on the broadcast try to get the PA guys to cut off the "Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" song just showed that. But, I have to admit, I unashamedly sang along. I couldn't help myself.
There was no "Walk of Shame" after this game. It was pure, unbridled ecstacy! And to see the cowgirl fans streaming out, to see that beaten look in their eyes, all that arrogance totally beaten out of them....again, beautiful.
I was so proud to be a Redskins fan last night. Without a doubt, the best live game experience I've ever had. Thanks so much to Bandwagon for allowing me the opportunity to go!
Last night, FedEx Field really came into its own. RFK was great, but after last night, I think we can finally put that great field to rest and concentrate on the future.
It's a game I will cherish forever!
Way to represent, brothas and sistahs!!!
And one more thing:
HOW 'BOUT DEM REDSKINS???