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The Cowboys Need a Miracle (Local team broadcaster)

 I present to you, the greatest moments in D/FW history during my lifetime. I plan to flesh out the descriptions as time permits, so if it's skimpy now, check back later it might be even better than the first time you read it....

★ 1975 NFL Divisional Championship Game ★
Dallas Cowboys vs. Minnesota Vikings 
Metropolitan Stadium, Minneapolis Minnesota

 December 28th, 1975 

Here's the grim, hopeless setup. Dallas Cowboys at the frozen ass Minnesota Metropolitan Stadium (hey I have a great Idea, let's put an outdoor stadium that will be used in the heart of the Minnesota weather in Minneapolis). They have unbelievably just converted a 4th and 26. (This brings up one of the most insane NFL incidents of all time, and it is NEVER talked about. I of course speak of the 'Rib Kicking' Minnesota Security Guard/Policeman. In completing the above-mentioned 4th and 26, Drew Pearson used some Toe Drag Swag to make an unbelievable catch with both feet in bounds, falling to the ground. As he lay there on is back 'Rib Kicking' Minnesota Security Guard/Policeman ambles over and f@#$ing kicks him in the ribs before Pearson gets up. No one on the broadcast mentioned it, and no one talks about it today.  This might deserve its own post at another time, lets focus on the bigger play.) The 'Pokes found themselves at the 50-yard line, no time outs and just 32 ticks left on the clock. As local legend Frank Glieber said, "Cowboys need a miracle!", Captain America took the snap out of the shotgun formation, pumped to left side of the field and launched a bomb to the right, where it literally stuck between Drew Pearson's hip and elbow, where his momentum carried him into the end zone for the unlikely go-ahead score. After the game Staubach called it a miracle, a "Hail Mary". Little did he know he coined a term that is still mentioned in the NFL 48 years later to commonly describe last second miracle plays. On sad aside, Minny QB Fran Tarkington's father had a heart attack during this game and died.

1987 MISL Championship, Game 7 (best of 7, tied 3-3)
★ Dallas Sidekicks vs. Tacoma Stars ★ 
Tacoma Dome, Tacoma Washington

June 20th, 1987

The Sidekicks were down 3-1 at a packed Tacoma Dome with just over 2 minutes to go in the game. The Sidekicks turned to a desperation move of pulling their goalie and using him as a sixth attacker, something that ended up disastrous every time they tried it during the regular season. Amazingly, with 2:25 to go in the game the move paid off and the 'Kicks were within a goal at 3-2. Staying with the 6th attacker lightning struck twice just 50 seconds later the Sidekicks knotted it at 3-3. The third period wound down and we we're headed to overtime. With 4:25 left in the overtime period, the Sidekicks completed the unlikely comeback sealing their first MISL Championship with a top shelf blast off the left foot of Tatu, as the stunned crowd (21,728, the largest crowd to ever see and indoor soccer game at the time), looked on in utter disbelief.

Superbowl XII
★ Dallas Cowboys vs. Denver Broncos ★ 
Louisianna Superdome, New Orleans LA

January 15th, 1978

The 75,583 in attendance and millions watching on tv, saw the Dallas cowboys put an emphatic cherry on top of one of their most dominant seasons ever with one of the most dominant Superbowl wins ever. Dallas Orange Crushed the Denver Bronco's from whistle to whistle bringing home their second Lombardi back to Big D. From the "stat of the game guaranteed to win money in a bar bet with a random stranger" comes this anomaly. Who was the MVP of this game? Answer: For the first and currently only time in Superbowl history there were Co-MVP's, Harvey Martin and Randy White. And finally, why do we not hear about Harvey Martins 1977-78 season? He was only voted Defensive Player of The Year. He had an amazing TWENTY-THREE sacks in a 14-game season. If you are counting, that is a half a sack more than current "Single Season Sack Record Holder" Michael Strahan. Oh, it took him 18 games and a complicit Brett Favre to get to that number.  Someone please tell me why sack totals weren't officially kept in 1978?  That forward thinking NFL strikes again.


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