Dear Tony Romo,
You obviously read my last entry (Off to See the Wizard) about courage and, like a good football player with a brain, you digested it, thought about it, mulled it over and changed!!  Thank you!!!  Thank G0D!!!!  Vintage Romo is BACK!!!

Dear Miles Austin,
You do this thing, this move, I’ve coined it the “Miles Pivot!!”
Anyone who read my last entry (Wizard) knows we both have ties to New Jersey.  Remember when we both took ballet, tap and jazz at Miss Marianne’s dancing school in Nutley, NJ and we learned this step – kick ball change, kick ball change, pivot, pivot, jazz hands? Well, obviously, your move is a throwback to Miss Marianne without the kick ball change, kick ball change, extra pivot and jazz hands.  You’re such a good guy…remembering where you came from!

Ok, none of that’s true except the part about us both having ties to NJ. Who cares? I’m still buying a #19 jersey!! And, I did coin the “Miles Pivot.”

Dear Chase Carey, President & CEO of DirectTV,
Remember when I had to write you in December because your employees played psychological mind games on me that went like this:

We’ll install on Tuesday; we “showed up” on Tuesday and instead of calling you, we called your fiancee at work while in a meeting to tell him “we’re downstairs,” be back on Thursday; we never show up on Thursday; first, we tell you we’re on our way, then we tell you we have to reschedule for Monday, then when you call DirectTV it apparently shows up in our records here that ah yes YOU, CowboysChick, rescheduled on US.

WHAT THE F&#$?!!

(Yes, your Director of Operations called me but I was too physically and mentally exhausted at that point. If I learned anything from the failed installation experience, it’s that I do NOT want to enter into a contract with your organization.  I dodged a bullet, I suppose.)

Anyway, now, because of YOU, Chase Carey, I’m forced to watch the Cowboy games that are not on national television at the only Cowboys bar in Chicago, the Houndstooth. (Yes, I’m a NJ/NYC’er/Dallas fan in Chicago. Long story. You’ll read about it in my autobiography).  And, Chase Carey, I’ll have you know that yesterday, the Houndstooth was so packed with a bunch of drunk, smelly 10 year olds that I had to stand the whole time (Actually, my fiancee was able to grab me a bar stool at half time but he had to stand the whole time! Not right!).

Dear owner of the Houndstooth,
Don’t get me wrong.  The Houndstooth is a wonderful bar.  Lots of tv’s.  Sound while the game is on.  An excellent pear, walnut, goat cheese salad.  Not that I’m trying to ensure that next Sunday there is an open table waiting for us despite the crowds.  NOTHING LIKE THAT.
Hi Tina! You’re our favorite waitress! I really like your hair.
See you next week. I’m the Italian girl with the Calvin Klein peacoat, leopard Manolos and….I’ll be wearing my #19 JERSEY!!! WOOT WOOT!!  Isn’t that what this is all about anyway?

Sincerely,

CowboysChick