Go State!

Football season officially begins tonight in our house.  Technically, it starts for everyone tonight, but this blog isn't about everyone, it's about me.  Focus, please.  Arizona State plays NAU tonight.  As you may or may not know, Husband and I are both ASU graduates.  The Sun Devils are my second favorite college team, but I have to admit, I have to rely on Husband to keep me posted on the goings on with the team.  For example, they have a new QB starting this year since that yellow belly Brock Osweiler abandoned the team.  For the record, Husband and I don't agree on Brock.  He harbors no ill will, I think he's a traitor and I will never consider him a member of Sun Devil Nation.  I tend to have more aggressive feelings about sports than Husband.  Anyway, there was a three-horse race for the starting job.  I was told one of the guys reminded everyone of Jake "The Snake" Plummer.  To which my obvious response was, "So he's smoking hot?" I guess that's not what they meant. They were referring to him being able to move/throw/escape a collapsing pocket.   Good news: the kid who is like Jake won the job.  His name is Taylor Kelly.  I guess I'll find out tonight if he is smoking hot.  God, I hope so.  I have a soft spot for pretty QBs.  Also, for anyone wondering at home, Jake Plummer is by far my all-time favorite Sun Devil.  Then comes James Harden.

Enough of this ASU talk, let's move on to the Cowboys.  I've typically written a blog every year before the season starts, sending up a multi-part prayer/plea to God/Jesus/Santa/the Universe to grant me my wishes.  This was last year's blog, if you are interested. All but one of the things I asked for came true. Most importantly, I finally got what I wanted...a BCS Bowl and win.  Obviously, there was one hiccup in the season, but like I've stated before, I refuse to acknowledge that the Iowa State game ever occurred.   I also got to witness, with my own eyes in person, a beautiful Bedlam beatdown.  I rushed the field.  I was 32 and rushed the field...and that makes me just a little more awesome than I was before.


So here's my wish list, by the Power of Greyskull, let them all come true:

1. I'd really like the team intro to be awesome.  A really good intro should make you want to punch someone and high five them at the same time.  Your heart should race, you should get excited all over again watching that big hit from last season, you should scream like a Bieber fan when they show a highlight of your player flattening the 2011 Heisman Trophy winner.  The music should be aggressive.  Everyone in Boone Pickens Stadium should be ready to knock someone out when the intro ends.  Last year, our intro didn't even have any words.  And it showed guys working out.  Ummm, watching someone do a deadlift doesn't really get me going.  Sit ups don't get me pumped.  I want big hits.  I want sideline shots of RGIII, Landry Jones and Andrew Luck looking like broken men.  Devastation...that's all I'm asking for.  Did I mention I tend to be a very aggressive fan?
2. Beat Texas.  I want this win...badly.  If you peruse the message boards, the Longhorn fans are cocky.  They are confident they are back, and their defense is going to be dominant.  Well, I remember putting 420 offensive yards on that dominant defense last year.  And ESPN/CBS/ABC  can show Manny Diaz all they want, but his good looks don't stop touchdowns.  I want to beat Texas in Stillwater.  I want someone to stomp on Mack Brown's face.  Okay, not literally, I actually like Mike Brown.  I'm speaking metaphorically.  Beat.  Down.  Leave Kirk Herbstreit speechless.  And for the record, I just don't see any way I'll be able to attend this year's OSU v Texas game.  And let me express how sad that makes me... I haven't seen OSU beat Texas in person since 1997.  Fifteen years.  I may never forgive myself for not waiting to have this baby until after this game.  Come on' Kath, priorities!
3. No big drop off.  I know we lost a lot of key components last year.  I know this.  But like those obnoxious people in the SEC say, we don't rebuild, we reload.  Then they slam a mint julep and show you their Bear Bryant tattoo.  Anywho, I really believe the Cowboys should be at that level.  We shouldn't just fall apart because we lost two first round picks and three offensive lineman and some key guys on defense.  There should be someone great, ready to step in and fill those shoes.  Someone who makes us all say, "Brandon who?"  Okay, that's not going to happen.  Weeden is a hero.  Hell, every time I type "we" into my phone, it automatically tries to write Weeden.  That probably speaks more to my level of obnoxiousness than his greatness, but that's not the point.  I think a 10-2 season is completely doable, and 9-3 is acceptable.  It wouldn't make me happy, but I would accept it.  But anything other than that, I've got a problem.  We can't fall back into mediocrity.  I've tasted greatness, and I won't go back...you can't make me.

And that's it.  I don't feel like I'm asking too much.

Go Pokes!