... was six years old when my uncle Daryle began drilling me on Dallas Cowboys' names and numbers. Whenever our families would get together, usually on holidays or random summer trips to visit them in San Antonio, the Dallas Cowboys would ultimately become a topic of discussion. The tales of gridiron heroics had me dreaming of one day wearing a star on my helmet and playing the world's greatest game for the world's greatest team.

If it wasn't Uncle Daryle, it was Uncle Gary, both of them uncles by marriage, and neither of them around anymore. They were better Cowboys fans than they were husbands, so they got themselves kicked to the curb. But before they did, they helped burn the storied Dallas Cowboys' star into...

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