babe Wrote:
I think I'm going to win the "best superbowl story" thread. . .
My roommate in law school was Jerry Jones' nephew, and through that relationship, Jerry Jr. became a friend of mine.
In '96, I was a guest of the Jones' at the Super Bowl in Tempe, AZ. Whitney Houston had loaned her tour bus to the Joneses - or more specifically, Jerry Jr.'s friends - for us to use while in PHX.
There were about 15 of us and it was nuts. We went "high end" attire everywhere we went, including Liegh Steinberg's private party at the PHX zoo (where I met Cuba Gooding Jr. while filming Jerry Macguire).
Jerry Jr. is a handsome chap - about 6'2", 220, blonde hair, blue eyes and he's one of the owners of the Cowboys, so, we were always well taken care of -- and never at a lack for introductions to the prettiest girls in the room.
I got to "know" one of the Cowboy Cheerleaders after Steinberg's party, played strip poker with a couple of girls who were the premier models (at the time) for Ralph Lauren and "big leagued" with Neon Dione at the after party for a little while. We never stood in a line, my room was right between Bill Bates and Troy Aikman's and we had "all access" to everything.
OH - and the game was pretty cool too. I sat on the 40 yard line, right behind former OU Sooner and US politician JC Watts and his wife.
. . .And I can't wait to do it all again sometime!!!
How 'bout them Cowboys!!!
OMFG YOU ARE MY FUCKING HERO. I feel cooler just having heard this story. I am a lifelong Cowboys fan, and even have a jersey #1 with DIAMONDAVE on the back. Dude, next time the Boys go to a Super Bowl, me and FT are rolling with YOU, playboy.
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harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)