Those of you that have been with us for awhile know DISGRASIAN’s football history of solidarity. One of us a Cowboy, the other a Steeler, but somehow we’ve always made it work.
Truth be told, it’s been a lot easier for us to do this over the last handful of years because our teams haven’t even played each other since October of 2004. What’s a rivalry without a faceoff, we ask you? Old history.
But on Sunday, the Dallas Cowboys and Pittsburgh Steelers will meet at the line of scrimmage. Shit, muthafuckaz! What more can we do than leave this one to the gods?
Let us pray:
Date: December 5, 2008
Dear Football Gods,
Um, hai. Let me put this to you as respectfully as I can: WHATTHEFUCK?! How could you pit my Cowboys against Diana’s Steelers this Sunday? Did you not get my last letter about the delicate art of preserving friendship and how it is painful, bordering on immoral, for me to root against smiley Hines Ward and sexy Troy Polamalu and people with disabilities, like brain-damaged Ben Roethlisberger?…
Date: December 5, 2008
Helloooo Football Gods!
Sorry I haven’t been in touch lately and thanks so much for the Pats and Bengals victories! I’m really sorry I lagged on person-to-Gods contact earlier this season when we faced the Colts, and understand what you were telling me when Ben Roethlisberger threw all of those stupid interceptions. Thank you, Gods, for teaching me the value of humility through the occasional failures of my QB and offensive line.
So let’s talk about this weekend, because now… we face the Cowboys. I probably have more Cowboy fan friends than any other lady that bleeds black and gold in the country–but you know who the most important one is: Jen. There’s got to be a way for this to turn out well, and only you know how…
…You and I both know that this is a pathetically transparent ratings ploy and nothing more. All the talk about this “historic rivalry” and the battle between good and evil is as archaic as a rotary-dial phone. The real drama between our two teams died in the 70′s, along with the popularity of polyester clothing, and I was too young and Diana was too unborn to even remember it. Plus, the interception-party that was Super Bowl XXX was really humiliating enough for the Steelers to make all of us Cowboy fans go, in perpetuity, “Steel Curtain Schmurtain…”
…Listen, I wasn’t even alive in the seventies, and certainly was not eating chips during Super Bowl X and Super Bowl XIII. What do I care about that old-school news? Only my three older sisters give a rat’s behind about caca like that, and lawd knows I don’t aspire to think/act/work/decorate/drive/speak/shit like my sisters. And yes, losing Super Bowl XXX sucked when I was in junior high–but if you think about it, me and my guys have already celebrated a new ring in the new millennium; Dallas is still polishing up that bauble from the nineties. Do you remember the nineties? Blazers, rollerblades, Soundgarden and Blossom were in fashion. You can’t trust a decade like that…
…To be perfectly honest, I’ve never given a rat’s ass about the Steelers. As a decades-long Cowboy fan, I’ve been nourished solely by my hate for the Philadelphia Eagles, the Washington Redskins, the San Francisco 49ers (because of Montana, my childhood-dream killer), and the New York Giants, in that order…
…After all, shouldn’t we all just pull together and focus on taking down the real shitheads of this league? Colts. Pats. Giants. Jaguars. Browns. Eagles. Texans. Redskins. Say what you will about how good they are–to me, they’re all a bunch of douchnozzles. I want to punch them all in the neck meat! Fuzz ‘em all…
…Dudes, I don’t even have the time to hate on the Steelers because I gotta do other stuff to live and breathe and be a member of the human race, like blog and eat dinner and get the occasional pedicure. I am still barely able to acknowledge that the AFC is a conference, despite its supremacy over the last 10 years, because the NFL of my dreams, my subconscious, my very fiber of being, is 8 years old, garbed in Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader satin, thinking existentially about football, specifically about what exactly is the raison d’etre of teams like the Dolphins and the Chiefs and the Bills and the Bengals, other than to be our–the NFC’s–little bitch.
…You know what? When it comes down to it, I’m not sure I care who wins on Sunday. There are so many other things to worry about–most importantly, DISGRASIAN’s quest for world dominasian. Regardless of who scores the most this weekend, it means that either Jen or I can be a winner, and as long as one of us is winning (and everrrybody else is losing), we’re all good in the hood, yo…
Given what I’ve just told you, I guess what I’m saying is that I’m fine with you giving the game to Diana. We lead this “historic rivalry” 15-14, and a Steelers win on Sunday would tie things up, and that would make her very happy. More importantly, a Steelers loss would hurt her more than a Cowboys loss would me. I mean, Hurt Schmurt, I lived through Danny White–the Drew Bledsoe of his time–and watched The Catch on live television, remember? And yeah, we need the win to stay in playoff contention, but I think we’ll finish strong anyway (provided we get Marion Barber back soon–see what you can do about that, please). Really, I’d hate to burst Diana’s sweetly innocent bubble more than I’d hate losing to her team.
Do you think this qualifies as me being “the bigger person” and will it get me into Football Heaven? Just checking, cuz I really really want to go to Football Heaven.
Y’know what? Fuck it. Give the game to Jen–first of all, this is her birthday weekend! It would be really shitty if she didn’t have this to celebrate. Anyway, my guys are looking just fine in our division–all I care about at this point is the playoffs.
But just one last thing: please, please, please just don’t let Ben throw a ton of embarrassing interceptions, okay? I still have to show up to HQ with my head held high on Monday morning.
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