The Pobble as Switzerland

I am a Dallas Cowboys fan. Seriously. And that's a tough thing to admit these days. But I have been a Cowboys fan since the early '70s and the days of Bear Bryant, Roger Staubach and Danny White. Through the season where they won one ~ yes, one ~ game in an entire season, thus proving they weren't even consistent enough to be totally dreadful. Into the era of the Triplets ~ Troy Aikman, Emmitt Smith and Michael Irvin ~ and through it as all three men began to slow down, as it was no longer okay for the Cowboys to be down 10 at the two minute warning. Through the weird time where Jerry Jones tried to coach by hiring puppets to now, with the Tuna and T.O. No one team, one player or one coach will ever cause me to cease being a Cowboy fan. It's about the franchise not any specific team.

So, aside from them not being able to kick a simple field goal, what's the problem? Let's start with the fact that Lithus is from Seattle. But that's not so bad because the Cowboys and the Seahawks meeting up is kinda fluky ~ and Lithus doesn't follow sports anyway. But then there's the Grill Master.

Not only is the Grill Master an avid, rabid Giants fan, but he loathes ~ loathes ~ the Eagles. Loathes.

And Tom Cat and the Lovely Cats. Eagles fans, both. Avid. Perhaps not rabid but definitely avid.

And here I sit. With the game on my radio. Staying very, very neutral and keeping very, very quiet.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.