Posts Tagged ‘Cowboys’


Most of you know that Nariah is a avid Cowboys fan. Well being here in Redskins country is bound to be full of interaction of opposing interests. Oddly enough, her afterschool program has staff that is split between the two teams. Nariah has taken a liking to one in particular who is down with the Cowboys. When I went down to the Cowboys home opener a few weeks ago, the request was made for me to find some nice Cowboys girly socks to bring back for Nariah’s new “protector”.
I didn’t find any socks down in Dallas, but… I did find this nice pack of Cowboys earrings; a set of three. A silver and blue star, a silver and pink star, and silver and blue Cowboys jerseys. I figured I could let her and “protector” figure out which ones they wanted to keep/share.  When I picked Nariah up after getting back, the deal was worked out that Nariah would keep the two stars and the “protector” would keep the jerseys. Kinda how I pictured it working out as Nariah really liked the stars.

*Flash forward a week*

I pick up Nariah and as we walk thru the halls, she says that another staff member is a dallas fan and asked did I get her something too. “I’m sorry boo, I didn’t think about that. “Protector” asked me about the socks, so I really only thought about that particular request.
Oh ok, I wish we had gotten something else to give “Side Protector” too.
Hmmmm, well…. you have 2 sets of earrings…. you could always give her one of those?

Now at this point, the sound of the footsteps went from clip-clip clop-clop to just clip clop. It didn’t really register to me until I held the door open for Nariah to walk thru that she wasn’t walking. She was still in the hallway… looking at me with this “Say what?” look.
She finally comes and we near the car. I know exactly what she’s thinking, but I’m trying not to laugh because I don’t how Nariah would take me laughing at this point.
Baby, what’s wrong? You said you wanted to get her something right?
She gives me this look that says “Daddy, don’t make me do it!”

Ummmmmmm, how about… we just get her something when we go to Dallas again? Yeah, lets do that.
I really wish I had a picture of her turned up face as she said this, classic comedy.
Whatever you want baby!

We both then bust out laughing as we put on her seatbelt and drive off.

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Thursday morning Sept 6th, I’m awakened out of my sleep by Nariah tapping on me.
Daddy, Daddy…. Did the Cowboys win last night? Did they beat the Giants?
**YAWN** “Huh? What? Oh… Yeah baby, they did! They won!
YES!” (Accompanied by a Tiger Woods fist pump) (<– yes, click on that link for a visual effect)
So… does this mean I can wear my Cowboys Jersey to school today?
Ha ha, yes baby, you can
YES!” (Accompanied by yet another Tiger Woods fist pump) (<– yes, click on that link too for a different visual effect)

***Fast forward to after school care pick up***

I picked up Nariah from school and decided to take her to the Amish Market because I saw a sign on the way to school saying “Pig Roast”. I thought this would be a pretty good spur of the moment adventure. So we mosey on up the street to the shopping center where its located and to our dismay, it closed at 6 on Thursdays. It was already 6:45. So while we’re standing there deciding what to do, Carol, a co-worker of mine drives up. We talk for a bit, and then out of the blue, I remember that Carol is a Giants fan.

Oh yeah, Nariah, Ms Carol is a Giants fan! Can you believe that?
Nariah scrounges up her face.
Nariah, don’t tell me, you’re a cowboys fan?
Yes
Ryan, what did you do to this child?
Nothing! She has her own free will in our house, I can’t help if she chooses to likes daddy’s team. Go ahead baby, show Ms Carol what you have on.

Nariah smiles shyly and then walks up to the passenger door, tiptoes up, and pulls up her jersey by the top of the numbers (You know how the pros do when they make a good play and draw attention to themselves). Now I honestly didn’t expect all this so naturally Carol and I are laughing. Nariah turns around to walk away from the car, takes 2 steps, pauses, backs up one step, and then lifts up the back of her jersey by the shoulders so that Carol can see the name “Witten” on the back. Wow! Totally not ready for that one!

That’s ok Nariah, we’re gonna get the next one!
No you’re not, we’re going to win the Superbowl!
Well you know we just won the Superbowl
Yeah… and you guys have 4 trophies!” Nariah actually says this with awe and amazement and I was actually proud that she was giving credit to the opponents.
That’s right, we do! We have 4 trophies!
But you know what??? We have….. 5!!!!!

You know how kids sit around joking on each other back and forth? Then one kid gets a really good one in and everybody goes “Oooooooooooooooooh” and starts laughing? Well that’s what this felt like. I almost felt bad for Carol but I also felt like I had to follow up Nariah with a delayed, deep bass induced “YEAH“. So… after I stopped laughing, that’s what I did. I thought I was done before, but this one took the cake. Poor Ms. Carol. All she could do was acknowledge that Nariah was indeed my clone, say her goodbyes, and then leave (still laughing of course). I don’t blame her, I don’t know what more Nariah may have said and I might not have been able to stop laughing at that point.