I was in diapers when the Dallas Cowboys won the last two of their three 1990s Super Bowls, and only five years old when my dad put me to bed after the second period of Game Six on June 19, 1999. The Texas Rangers let me down in 2010 and shattered my sports soul in 2011. The Mavericks lent a helping hand that summer with their Cinderella run to the championship over Miami, which healed part of the scar left by the Rangers. I remember one championship over the course of my life, and I hold onto it dearly.
Now Is Not The Time For Panic
