August 13, 2025: The Cowboys Tickets

I’ve cheered for the Dallas Cowboys since the ‘70s.

Tom Landry in a fedora. Roger Staubach scanning the field. “Too Tall” Jones, Aikman, and Irvin. Then there’s Tony Dorsett, the Hall of Fame running back who once mailed me an autographed photo.

As a kid, I stayed up late on Friday nights to watch the intro to the TV show “Dallas” because they showed a clip of Cowboys stadium. Always the best part.

Each school year, I bought a pack of NFL pencils. Over the months, I sharpened them down to stubs. Except the Cowboys pencils, which remained untouched and in mint condition.

Which brings me to my excitement. Luke hatched the plan of a father-son trip to Texas, and this week he purchased our tickets for a November matchup.

After all these decades, I’ve never attended a Cowboys game, and I can’t think of a better person to see the silver-and-blue with than Luke, who knows more stats and roster details than I ever did.

We’ve talked about doing this for a long time. And now the day is finally happening, the culmination of years of cheering from the couch and firing off group texts after big plays or wins.

But more than anything, I look forward to hanging with Luke, which is more important to me than AT&T Stadium or watching Dak sling a TD pass.

When a child grows up and moves away, the time with one another becomes rarer and richer. This trip is more than football; it’s about the conversations, grabbing meals, and laughing at the same things we always have.

On a Monday night in November, we’ll find our seats and gaze at the star in the middle of the field. For a few moments, we’ll probably just stand there, letting it all sink in.

Our team, our first game at Jerry World, and a memory we’ll talk about for years.

But for now, I suddenly have the urge to buy vintage Cowboys pencils.