One of my fondest memories as a child was my parents letting me stay up to watch Monday Night Football because the Cowboys were playing the Vikings. (I know. This story dates me)
Well, during the game the Cowboys get buried just barely outside their own end zone. Now, even though I was only 10 years old, I knew they were going to hand the ball to Tony to get some breathing room. And the announcers knew it and were talking about. And pretty sure the Vikings knew it as they had everyone up on the line.
Sure enough at the snap, Tony gets the ball. The oline nailed their blocks and gave Tony a hole through the stacked Vikings defense. Tony broke free and took off. Since Darrel Green (ya, I remember that play too) didn't play for the Vikings, Tony was so very gone.
And the whole time I'm jumping around the living room in my pajamas screaming, and my parents just rolled their eyes (because they are heathen non-Cowboys fans).
Well, during the game the Cowboys get buried just barely outside their own end zone. Now, even though I was only 10 years old, I knew they were going to hand the ball to Tony to get some breathing room. And the announcers knew it and were talking about. And pretty sure the Vikings knew it as they had everyone up on the line.
Sure enough at the snap, Tony gets the ball. The oline nailed their blocks and gave Tony a hole through the stacked Vikings defense. Tony broke free and took off. Since Darrel Green (ya, I remember that play too) didn't play for the Vikings, Tony was so very gone.
And the whole time I'm jumping around the living room in my pajamas screaming, and my parents just rolled their eyes (because they are heathen non-Cowboys fans).






























