Today, I enjoyed one of my finer wedding presents – I drove up to Dallas to see the Cowboys-Colts game, a game that Dallas won, ruining the Colts otherwise perfect season. As we left, those wearing Colts gear tried to cover up, while Dallas fans were all around me, chanting ‘9 and 1!’ – a reference to the one loss which now mars the Colts otherwise flawless record.

I actually spent most of the time trying to park. We hit Dallas around 2:00 PM, and I spent nearly an hour and a half within sight of the stadium. Anyone who opposes the new stadium in Dallas has never tried to get into the cash lot an hour before the game.

Even with the parking, and the fact that my eyesight isn’t good enough to actually see anything on the far end of a field when sitting in endzone seats, it was a blast. The crowd was quite pumped, especially at the end. Being a Dallas fan, you learn to wait to be sure the bird is actually in hand before you relax.

I got caught up into the emotion, though – ended up shelling out for a Romo jersey. It was worth it.